One year back in the month of March, one evening, around 6pm, my mom calls and informs me that she has breast cancer. Being at my work place, I was totally broken down at the news because I couldn’t be with her.
In the following days, the doctors decided to do the surgery in order to remove the cancer infected breast. I and my father and brothers were also present on the day of the surgery. My mom was lying down in the surgery gown, smiling at all of us, speaking to us normally as if nothing has happened.
The time came, around 10am, they took her into surgery. My father was so tensed throughout the whole time; he was pacing in front of the Operation room. Me and my brothers sat down and were praying every moment of the time. Waiting with anxiety, not knowing whether my mom will be fine or not. With all the fear in heart, we waited.
Four hours passed and the surgery had still not finished. After two hours or so they bring in my mom back to the ward. I looked at her frail face; she had gone in with a smile, now she looked all fragile and feeble. She was lying there with a tube inserted into her right chest connected to little white box, and blood was dripping continuously into the box. The nurse told us that she was given an anesthetic, and that she would gain her consciousness only after some time.
My Dad and my brothers decided to go out to get something to eat. I stayed back in the hospital room with my mother. I sat down looking at the blood dripping into the box, and praying that she would be just fine. After sometime my mom barely opened her eyes, and she managed to call me near her. I went close to her with so much of fear thinking what she would ask. She looked at me and asked,”Son, did you eat anything?” and she went back to unconscious state. Later after sometime, she again woke up, and asked us, “My dear children, did you eat anything?”
Laying there in the hospital bed, with her blood constantly dripping from the tube, she was so concerned about her children well-being than her own well-being.
Lord has promised in Isaiah 49:15, “Can a woman forget her nursing child, and not have compassion on the son of her womb? Surely they may forget, yet I will not forget you.”
If my mother lying down in such a state thought about her children well being, than her own pain, whenever she gained her conscious, you can imagine how much the Lord loves you. Jesus Christ demonstrated His love upon you on the cross. Even though He had gone through so much pain and agony, He thought about your own well being. Even today He thinks of you only. Because He loves you so much. Sometimes even if our dear ones love fails, His love will always be there.
“My dear child, I love you so much and I will not forget you”, says the Lord.
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