Blogpost by Marica Micallef
So far, in order not to upset you, we still have not told you the truth and all the story. Yes, so far you know you woke up in ITU 1 and that you had problems in the lungs. So far you know that your muscles were damaged and now you have to be retrained into how to walk, do basic movements, go up the stairs and have speech therapy done.
You also had to get to know that you have been in hospital for more than 2 months, and I will never forget the incredulous look you had when you mimed, way back when you still couldn’t talk. You thought that you had just been there a few days. You were sedated for three weeks dad and then after, you still could not wake up. We always used to find you asleep, almost lifeless as the numbers on the machines showed. You have lost some months from your life which you will never remember!
Dear dad, you still do not know that you were dying. You still do not know that we were told that you were going to die between the 27th and the 28th of October and that THERE IS NOTHING ELSE THAT HOSPITAL CAN DO. They added that your lungs are so badly infected that they have collapsed and that you are incapable to breathe by yourself now.
Dear dad, you still do not know that you were dying. You still do not know that on Thursday 29th October, we were told that you started suffering from AKI (acute kidney injury) where your kidneys had stopped working and that your liver was also severely damaged and so, you have got worse and you are dying.
Dear dad, you still do not know that you HAD 3 FAILING ORGANS, BLOOD CLOTTING, AND INFECTED INTESTINES AND BLADDER. You just entered hospital with slight pneumonia dad, and all they had to do, was cure the pneumonia. BUT YOU WERE GIVEN AN UNNECESSARY HIDEOUS COCKTAIL OF INTRAVENOUS MEDICINE WHICH YOU DID NOT NEED AT ALL!
Dear dad, you still do not know how much we cried and how much I cried watching you behind the glass pane at ITU 6, begging you to wake up, on that day when I was told “GO AND GIVE YOUR LAST GOODBYE TO YOUR FATHER”.
Dear dad, you still do not know how much I cried out of ITU 6, leaning to the wall, helpless.
Dear dad, you still do not know how much I cried day and night.
Dear dad, you still do not know that when you were transferred to ITU 1, we were told that you have only a 50% chance to survive. The machines showed numbers of a patient who should be clinically dead. A nurse told my brother daily “He has few days, if not hours, left”.
Dear dad, you still do not know about all the work that my brother and I have done, together with a small team of special people, in order to save you.
Yes dad, WE SAVED YOU.
Dear dad, SOON, IN THE RIGHT DIVINE TIMING, WE WILL TELL YOU EVERYTHING. I WILL SPEAK UP.
IN THE MEANTIME, DAD, I WANT TO TELL YOU THAT I LOVE YOU A LOT AND OUT OF MY IMMENSE LOVE FOR YOU, I WILL CONTINUE SPEAKING UP. When I am thrown stones, I will pick them up and build an empire
JUSTICE FOR WHAT YOU HAVE BEEN DONE MUST BE SERVED.
JUSTICE FOR WHAT HAS BEEN DONE TO ALL THE OTHER VICTIMS, MUST BE SERVED.
JUSTICE FOR WHAT HAS BEEN DONE AND IS BEING DONE TO HUMANITY, MUST BE SERVED.
GOD BLESS YOU DAD. YOU ARE MY WORLD. YOU TAUGHT ME TO BE A WARRIOR LIKE YOU, AND I STOOD UP TO THAT TEACHING, DAD.