So why was I still feeling this heaviness that
should not have existed? I sent up a prayer for the Lord to fill me with His
joy. I was still feeling shaky when, a few minutes into my visit with Kechi, a
lady in the room next to Kechi tapped on the glass partition and signed for me
that she was praying for me. She was there to visit the patient in the room who
was probably her husband and who, as far as I know, had been either unconscious
or sedated since he was brought in.
I was moved to tears at her compassion for a
stranger even though she was in a similar situation but I managed to hold on to
some control until I got to the waiting room. Once I got there, especially when
I saw other patient's relatives surrounded by their families and friends, I
sobbed my eyes out. For the first time, I felt alone and far from my
family.
After I finally managed to pull myself together, I
finished my visit (they had asked me to leave so they could take some x-rays).
But I needed help so I sent Ulo a text. As if on
cue, Obi called from London and when I told him how I was feeling, he told me
to look for ways to distract myself. (How like a man to think that all I needed
to do was to go out and play ball or something!). I assured him that I would
not let myself get so low again...
To be continued...
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