The Story of My Struggle - Part 3

On the day Wednesday, December 30, 2000, I and my two sons come home to my parents' house in the town of P, after I heard the news that my mother is very ill. My mother suffered from chronic liver disease who had to vomit, urinate and defecate blood.

Earlier in the day Tuesday December 29, 2000, my mother was taken to hospital for treatment. But just one day, then my mother was placed in isolation room because my mother's body has been unable to receive intravenous fluids and blood transfusions.

At the hospital, my mother struggled rebel asked to come home because they feel frightened, until my mother fell into a chair beside the bed lay the mother.

My older brother (the initials H) time my mother coma, thinking that my mother had died. It was my mother's eyes open condition, so my sister rubbed my mother's face so that my mother's eyes were closed. However, my mother was unconscious and my mother said, pointing to the top "That's Mother and Father!"

Friday morning on January 1, 2001. We took mom to come home. At home mother looked rather quiet, but very pathetic state of my mother because of intermittent vomiting and dysentery, blood was also out of the ear. My mother groaned, clutching his stomach is enlarged.

I also said in his ear whispered my mother, for reading the prayer for forgiveness. But my mother said "No strong" (because the prayer was very long). My mother could only say "God" alone, up to many times. Towards the evening the mother of fear and said to me "I'm Afraid of darkness"

By the time twilight comes, a very large wind was blowing hard to drop the roof and broke off a tree branch next door neighbor belongs. And after dusk, electricity suddenly went out for about three hours.

Approximately at 9 PM, my mother coma with the sound of snoring. The next morning approximately at 7 A.M. conscious mother. My mother shed tears, then the last breath.

Although I was very, very sad, but I try not to cry. During the mother's illness, I could not sleep and had no appetite, because I pity see the state of mothers who suffer from the pain.


to be continued . . . .    

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