Being in Hospital

It is not easy being at 'death's window'. Not death's door, but rather close to it.
Even my surgeon felt that I had given him quite a shocker.
Many a time it was like a scene in the series 'House'.
I had the surgeon, the anesthetist, the lung specialist, the heart specialist, my sister (who is also a medical specialist) throwing ideas of what it is, what could it be, why it is not, bla, bla, bla right in front of me in the big single bedded room.
I wanted to scream, "Hey, I may not know the medical terminologies u guys r throwing out but I KNOW that u at this point have no real idea of what is happening to me!"
At that moment, I was taking short breaths, oxygen flowing through my nose.
Syringes on my arms.
Blood being pumped in thru one and some clear fluid thru another.
They were extracting blood for testing about three to four times a day that it was no wonder that I need even more blood to be infused into my body.

My eldest sister (the pious one) kept praying and asking me to do so to.
Why do people think that u need to pray out loud till they can hear u, then God can hear u?
Yes, I remembered God. I said my prayers with the silent voice inside of me
I was ready to go anytime He was ready for me but I also appreciate a little more time here with my loved ones.
I know He heard me.
Please, if u r visiting someone who is very ill, do NOT think that U need to hear his/her prayers.
The communication between him/her and God is a DIRECT channel.
U pray for him/her. That's ur contribution.

Hospitals r a good place for u to find family members that will put themselves out for u.
And I did.
Almost everyone of mine did for me.
Even the ones that I did not expect to.
I am a very lucky person, indeed.