I don’t know how to explain this. Maybe because I am not fully involved in it even though I once had a little taste of it.
How do you feel when you visit a friend who is critically ill on his or her sick bed? How do you feel when you see the life in him or her gradually going down like an air oozing out of a balloon? How do you feel when you know that there is no hope of survival for him or her? This is hard to explain.
I empathise with all those with end-stage disease. I won’t know how you are feeling but I know that deep in you, you have lost all hope. Your case can’t be reverse medically. You expect a miracle. Yes, we too sitting beside your bed in the hospital are also praying for that. I only have to pray and wait in good faith. I don’t know what to tell you, whether to say sorry or take heart and be strong. Your sleepness nights all filled with chronic pain and anxiety, hoping that one day….. 😢😢😢😢. 🚶♂️🚶♂️🚶♂️