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A Time to Heal

WARNING: Please don’t read this if you are getting treatment for cancer.

My late husband R was lured by false hopes of cure from cancer to a hakim by one of his relatives. We had come back from KSA after my operation. I needed more time for recovery from surgery, but we didn’t stay as he needed his treatments for stomach cancer.

When R told my son, and I of his intention to visit the hakim, we did our best to dissuade him from doing so. I wasn’t a believer in hakim therapy, and R’s previous visits to such people bore testimony to this fact. The sad thing was R was at the stage where he was clutching at straws. It pains my heart about writing this.

Despite our pleading, he didn’t listen to us, and went to the hakim with his relative. On returning he took the medicine, and vomitting started. We took him to the cancer ward of the hospital. He was taken from there to the ICU of Armed Forces Institute of Cardiology (AFIC). When his heart stabilized, he was moved back to the room at the the cancer unit where he was getting his treatment.

The day before his last day of life, I trimmed his beard, and hair. I changed his clothes after feeding him. He went to sleep, and he never woke up. The reason was the nurse forgot to give him his heart medicine for the last two days. Another was she gave him tablets for sleeping whereas he was in deep sleep, and his vomit went to the lungs.

At night when he wasn’t waking up, he was moved to Intensive Care. Sad to say the nurses, and the doctors there were inefficient too. He died of cardiac arrest at 11am. Prior to his death he was struggling to breathe. My children, and I made repeated visits to the doctor in charge to come and take a look. No one came. 

I believed he still would have a few more years with us, but it didn’t happen. 

I wish he had never gone to the hakim. It hastened his death. He thought he would get healed, but he didn’t know it will get him sooner to the grave.



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Unexpectedly, you lose your job. (Or a loved one. Or something or someone important to you.) What do you do next?
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For me August 2, 2012 will be forever etched in my memory, as the most terrible day of my life. This was the day when my husband died unexpectedly in front of us. (My children and I)

My husband was suffering from Signet Ring Carcinoma of Stomach. His stomach had been removed in February 2012. Optimistically I used to think he may live for another year. That was a false hope, but in moments like the one I was facing I kept clutching at straws to shoo away the specter of death hovering over my husband.

You see in movies cancer patients but that is not reality. Real life is terrible to behold.

I try to dampen memories to avoid going into depression.

The loss is like a heavy object trying to stifle your breath.

During night my husband was shifted to ICU, which stands for Intensive Care Unit from his room. A few days earlier he was at ICU at Armed Forces Intensive Heart Care for heart problem. After a day or so he was shifted back to his room in the Senior Officers Ward.
This time when he was taken to ICU, I thought he will be back to his room.

At that moment I didn’t realize that he was going away for forever.

He was looking ethereally beautiful that day.

His younger two brothers had come to see him. Soon after they left, my husband suddenly opened his eyes and gestured towards his throat. We called the doctor on duty to come and look at him. By the time he came my husband had died. My children and I clung together with grief and horror as he lay dead.

We took him to our village. He was buried in the family graveyard nearer his mother.

Life is not the same without one’s husband. After his death I had to face a lot of issues on my own. I am coping. I don’t look ahead and try to take one day at a time.