When Sickness Strikes

At seemingly the 'prime' of my life, sickness is something that's far from mind. Perhaps you're like me - confident, strong, mobile and fearless. The doctors always advise a regular exercise routine, eat wisely and to go for regular health screenings as the way to stave off diseases. So just do all three and consider yourself a recipient of absolute immunity?

Though sickness and disease in recent times have not been a personal encounter, I have however been in months past burdened in seeing how it's brought down the healthiest of friends and members of the family. A cousin's wife has been in coma since September last year. She happens to be my pageboy's mother. It started with the diagnosis of a benign tumour in the brain which was removed successfully. The happiness however was shortlived; a haemorrhage ensued and it's kept her asleep since. The doctors have done all that can be done. Five months on, it's been a rollercoaster ride. Fever, infection and recurrences are regular expectations. But is asking a miracle from God a regular expectation? Why shouldn't it be? For if a God can part seas (Exodus 14:21, 22) and I have mountain-moving faith (1 Corinthians 13:2), He can surely work a modern day miracle for her.

She's not roused though slight movements have more recently been seen. For all the slightest improvements, I give God all the glory for taking care of her all this while and I look forward to the day He brings about a re-awakening for her.