Looking Deeper, Adieu Aunty : A Five Minutes Freewrite.

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Laying still in the hospital, though aunty Neila has been showing some kind of crazy behaviours. The doctor has not given up on her, with the best medical team ready to attend to her case. How this disease developed in her brain isn't something anyone was ready to think through. A strong advocate of organic healthy living which she has been practising all her day both in and out of the media coverage. She has been credited to have held the longest food health show in the world. And here is aunty Neila struggling for her life, supported by many tubes and wires monitoring all sorts of things. At each instance that she opens her eyes, we always thank the good Lord that she isn't dead yet.

The doctor has found a tumour in the left part of her brain, leaving her in a serious coma and sending some unforeseen shocks in her body. Sometimes she convulse, a times she manages to say few words, which aren't meaningful by the way. Only when said in long statement can we be able to decipher what she's arriving at. She only speaks once in a week or two due to the heavy dialysis run on her.

The doctors have come up with many solutions in time past. One of them was stem cell kind of treatment, the doctor have explained how the whole thing is going to go but Neila's faith in her Catholics orthodoxy didn't let her get this treatment. We've tried as much as possible to break it down for our aunty but all she is seeing are men bywho are playing God all in the name of science and neccesary treatment. I begin to wonder what is going to happen next.

We watched all night at her and made rotations on her bed. Truth is, Aunty Neila has been good to us all. No member of the family has a negative memory of her. She was the replica of Mother Mary and Mother Theresa. Her kindness and care for the health of all her family was top notch.

Looking at her now sleeping quietly in her coffin never to rise up again brings some memories that makes me cry and laugh at the same time. And I can't stop wandering what actually killed my sister, her stubbornness or the tumour.