And, had this man writ out his own DNR, then, he would be, relieved of his, earthly “duties”, but, he didn’t, and, his family simply, refused to let him go, so, he shall, keep on suffering, and what’s keeping this man alive, is only the machines that beeps, beeps, beeps, inside his hospital room now! Translated…
My second eldest brother, in the I.C.U., because the hospital gave us a critical conditions notice, we’d immediately, rushed over to the hospital. As everybody came out of the I.C.U. we were all, burdened, because his body is already, half cold, and was relying on the machines, to keep his vitals going.
Only my second eldest sister-in-law who’s superstitious stated, “The gods told me, that he will, slowly, get better.”, wanted everybody to feel at ease, we’d all, looked at each other in silence, wanted to talk to her about my second eldest’s final affairs, but, not knowing how to open up about it, fearing, that she may misconstrue us.
My second eldest brother had been living with cancer for a long time now, it was first found in his stomach, the surgery went well, he’d sustained a healthy life for a short while, then, they’d started finding cancer cells in his throat, his esophagus, and larynx too, and, the cancers which were found in him, all became taken care of, with his firm personality and persistence, him, having served in the armed forces, and, although the trials of life he’d weathered through didn’t take his life, it’d, tortured him to so unhealthy, he’d become, so thinly, and, couldn’t eat like the regular person, and only relied on the liquid nutrients to keep his life going.
Coping with Cancer Optimistically, the “Cat with Nine Lives” is Now, Tired of It All
Being overly optimistically, he’d not tabooed about his cancer, and, as he’d told of how he’d fought with his cancer, he was always, smiling, like he was, playing a game of hide-and-go-seek with the naughty cancer in his body; I’ll catch you in hiding, and, I’ll, attack you when I find you, there wasn’t, the slightest scent of fear or worry; and, as he’d talked of his treatment, it was like being in battle, he truly believed, that he had what it took, to wipe that naughty cancer out completely; and yet, the “ghost” was hard to conquer, he’d become, tired of fighting, and yet, still kept on his alerts, we’d all called him, “the CAT with NINE LIVES”.
Since the start of the year, his health deteriorated by the day, all the organs above his stomach, lost, and he’d needed, to go under the knife one more time, needed a hole in his stomach, to have a drainage tube, that connected to his intestines, to be fed by schedule, and, he’d needed to pay $300,000N.T to $400,000N.T. on his own, for the treatments along with the immunity shots, to have his life intact; if we can trade his health back using money, we’d, gladly see it through…
Chance of Recovery…the Nurses Stated, that There Won’t be, a Miracle
But, with just his stamina and courage, his weakened body, simply, couldn’t fight of the attacks from the tumors; this time, he’d gotten taken into the I.C.U., and had a tracheostomy, intubation, and some other emergency medical work, he was already, almost out of his breath, and needed the respirators to keep his life going; my second eldest sister who’d visited him daily asked the nurses, “What are the chances of his recovery?”, the nurse told her, “there are multiple tumors in the patient, there’s, NO chance for a miracle.”
And yet, my second eldest sister-in-law, who’d not trusted the doctors but the deities and what-not, insisted that he keep on, fighting with death, that the deities told her, to “not give up, he will, get better, it’s just going to take a while longer.”
And now, the breath that’s remained, in my second eldest brother, isn’t a grace from God, it’s the rumbling of the machines, that won’t allow him to, finally, go home.
This, is a case, if a DNR was set up, then, there would be, NO contest as to whether or not to keep this man on the machines, but, the family wasn’t willing to let go of his body, and, he’d, slowly, gotten, lost, and, the nurses even told the families, that there’s, NO chance of this man’s recovery, and yet, the loved ones are still, unwilling, to let him go, and so, this man, hang on, by a dying breath, living, with the machines, the tubes, inside of parts of his body!