Dad seemed rather normal when the Nephrologist went in.. He looked like he already knew what was coming our way.. I guess life teaches you something’s.. The doctor examined her and I could just see the sad faces through but the glass window.. My heart sank as she revealed what I thought was the diagnosis to my dad.. He said that he will tell me and that I shouldn’t stress.. Dr. Fatima was always a bubbly person, so when I saw her entire mood change, I knew something was seriously wrong.. My dad held his head low as he dragged his feet that seemed to weigh a ton across the white high gloss floors of Shifa Hospital.. I didnt need him to explain, I merely hugged dad and tears trickled down my cheeks.. Mum was suffering from the same disease her mum had suffered from when she hit the forties..
ACQUIRED CYSTIC KIDNEY DISEASE..
In common English, this is cysts in the kidney..
Back pain and fever was quite common for mum, but I think we all secretly hoped that it was nothing but minor symptoms..
Taraweeh that night was performed but my mind seemed to have been elsewhere… I prayed through the night since it was big night, but nightmare visions clouded my mind..
With bags under my eyes, I pulled through another day.. The fast was quite hectic, but ramadhaan I guess gives you a different kind of strength.. With Eid maybe being the following day, I was receiving plethora calls… And you know how these old ladies embellish the whole situation.. Our eid preps were far beyond complete, but that was not the priority right now.. I kind of missed the taraweeh back at NMJ, since they finished on the 25th night.. All good things do have to come to an end.. I wasn’t mistaken in my thinking, because that very night mum was nearing her end..
AUTHORS NOTE :
The last and final post will be the night before Eid..