Hello here once again.
We all have those that we love and care about in our lives. No one in this world is without someone that they hold dear to their heart, we all have who we love.
For me it's my family. It's my mother, my father and my siblings. I don't think I have experienced the love that I get at home from my family elsewhere, and I also haven't felt the love that I have for my family for someone else outside my immediate family…yet.
I love my family so much so I'm going to share a story of how I cared for my favorite sibling (my immediate elder brother) when he fell sick some years ago.
He may not remember, but I do remember every detail. It turns out that my brother is one of those people that don't believe in going to the hospital whenever they experience minor symptoms of an oncoming illness which means that he brushes off the symptoms as nothing because he believes that his immune system will fight for him while he goes about hustling for a better future.
And most of the time his immune system didn't fail, until it did.
He'd been getting the early signs of malaria which he brushed off as usual and we never knew that he was sick until it became so obvious that he couldn't even get up from the bed. It was that serious.
As expected, we all panicked especially my mother whom he tried to call down in spite of his visible weakness but my mother wasn't going to have any of his talks about being okay when he obviously wasn't, so she made arrangements for him to see a doctor and get the necessary tests done along with the treatment.
It turns out that he was diagnosed with both malaria and typhoid which made me worry so much because it was so disturbing to see my brother bedridden, unable to do the things that he would normally do if he were in tip top shape. It disturbed me to see him lying down just so that he could get his strength back.
I was really worried for my brother. I think I might have panicked more than my mother.
Since my mother had to go to work everyday and schools were on holiday at that point in time, I was the one with the responsibility of looking after my elder brother. Looking after him entailed making sure he got enough rest, he ate on time before taking the medicine prescribed for him by the doctor and keeping him company.
There were times where he'd be too weak to even pick up the spoon to eat his food and he'd request that I feed him just so that there'd be food in his stomach which I did (it was a new thing for both of us) for a while until he got better enough to feed himself.
I also made sure that he was comfortable enough so as to help with the healing process. I made sure that he took his medicine with the proper dosages. We kept each other company, though he was terribly ill, he still found ways to tease me and get on my nerves like he usually does even when healthy. So I guess it's his life's mission to forever tease me in good health and bad health. :)
In due time, my beloved brother got his health back and he was able to return to his normal life free from the shackles of malaria and typhoid.
It was a period of enlightenment for both of us as we got to bond more than before and in due time such care was reciprocated in twofold when I fell sick too. I got to realize that I'd actually do anything for those I love especially when they're in pain.
