Life in Ward U13A

Finally, after 30 days in the hospital, my dad has been discharged. Alhamdulillah, he is fine. Hopefully, he'll be able to walk on his own soon. I have nothing but a lot of thanks to the nurses, doctors and the staff of Ward U13A.

Life in ward U13A has been a humbling experience. In the first one week, my dad has lost 3 roommates. We, the children, tried to comfort each other during this trying times. No matter how old we are, losing a parent is very painful. I saw small children crying for their father and I saw older children crying for theirs too. We cannot but feel their pain too.

Here, in ward U13A, I saw kindness from all walks of life. An old Indian lady gave donations to a widow that she never knew. A Malay lady helped a Chinese patient whenever the children were not around. We were comforted with the thoughts that the few hours we left our parents, the children and the spouse of other patients will look after them. If that not kindness, I do not know what is.

Of course, there were good and not so good patients. To me, the not so good patients couldn't help it. The frustration of having to depend on another human being for your daily needs can be a daunting experience. These patients just could not take it. I'm sure when they are healthy, they are a different kind of persons. Then , there was this patient who always put a smile on my face. Whenever he wants to sleep, he will ask his children or maid to whisk him around in his wheelchair. I called him the baby of the ward. It didn't matter to him whether it's 4 o'clock in the evening or 4 o'clock at night. Just like a baby.

Days after life in ward U13A, I realised that Allah makes everything in pairs. Not just men and women, but life and death, sickness and well, sadness and happiness, poor and rich etc., etc... I am thankful with what Allah has blessed me....