Susan's POV
I got a call last night from Mrs Edna , our pastors wife , she said my dad had slumped and was taken to the hospital,
I clenched my fist tightly ,
An overwhelming fear gripped my heart
I almost fainted
He was was the only real person I had In this world
I don't know what I would do if something ever happened to him,
I take a taxi heading straight to the hospital, I feel guilty I've been so busy with work this week and I forgot to check up on him.
I already called in sick at work,
I hope Mr . Evans would let it slide .
The cab driver is the slowest I've ever met ,
Times like this I regret never buying a car of my own,
I have enough money to afford a small car, but I never thought it necessary, I felt it was extravagant.
My dad had offered me his car , but I turned his offer down with the excuse that I was old a enough to get my own car.
We are finally at the hospital,
I rush straight in ,
I ask one of the nurse for the direction of my Father's ward
I was asked to sign a couple of stuffs and I was taken to his room .
I see my dad lying still, eyes closed, motionless, for a moment panic grips my heart, but then I see his chest rise and fall as a sign that he was breathing, I take a deep breath of relief , I'm sitting by his side holding his hands I cast my mind back to when he it was him, mum and I , we would all sit together on the couch to watch a scary movie, I had always requested for a horror movie but ended up burying my face in dad's neck, most times I'd use mom's hands as a shield to cover my face from seeing the scary stuffs.
Those memories were so blur now,
I could give anything in the world just to go back and feel how I felt back then.
I stand up and head for the doctor's office,
I gently tap on the door and I'm asked to come in.
"Hello suzzie, or should I say miss blance" doctor peter teases , he has been a great friend of my family , my dad's friend actually,
"Uncle Pete, suzzie's fine" I say as I smile slightly.
"Williams is just so stubborn, I advised him to begin treatment two months ago but he insisted he was fine, now there are great chances that it could have grown worse". Doctor peter says,
What was he talking about? He advised my dad to begin treatment? Why? What does he mean by saying it has grown worse?
" uncle Pete I don't understand, tell me, what's wrong with my father?" I ask impatiently.
"Suzzie dear, your father suffers from a Coronary artery disease , Coronary arteries supply blood to the heart muscle and coronary artery disease occurs when there is a buildup of cholesterol plaque inside the artery walls. ... That part of the heart muscle that is denied blood supply starts to die, and most cases the victim dies". Uncle pete explains ,
I can't feel my hands, no no way , my father doesn't have to die, he's far too young, he's just 57, why didn't anyone tell me about this sooner , I can't believe dad kept such a thing away from me knowing he was putting his life in danger, why were they always so selfish, first mom left without considering my welfare, and now dad's dying because he refused to come in for treatment at the early stage of the sickness,
" uncle Pete is there no way you can fix him ?" I ask desperately
"He can't be fixed suzzie,he's at a critical stage of the disease, its too late, the least that he could do is to learn to manage it with constant treatments and medicine, it could extend his life for at least 1 or 2 more years" doctor Pete explains
All of a sudden I feel so tired,
I've had enough
So my dad had just 1 year to live?
I wasn't an optimist so I didn't see any need hoping he'd live for 2yrs .
I walk back to my dad's ward , I sit beside his bed , quietly reminiscing old times before mom had left, till today I didn't know her reason for leaving, dad had refused to talk about it.
I lean my head on his bed,
I've been trying not to cry
But this is all too much, what did I ever do to deserve this fate
I close my eyes whimpering , I'm drained .
Its 3pm already , I had fallen asleep
I stand to my feet , i rub my now swollen eyes from tears, I turn my neck left and right, it seemed stiff it must have cramped from sleeping on one position.
I dip my hand into my bag and fetch my phone, I had turned it off the moment I got to the hospital.
I turn it on, just as it finishes rebooting
It rings,
Wow what a rush
I look at the screen , it's youth .
(I feel sorry for Susan, first her mom leaves and now her dad is critically I'll, do you think this would be a starting point for youth in her life? Or the end of youth in her life?
Please , comment like and vote , lysm❤).
