Mother's Day

  Everybody's celebrating Mother's day. It is still a working day to me. A short moment of recalling mother's face once in a while is my way of celebration. 

 Think about the patient in ICU: at her early 50s', single, no mother to celebrate not even herself, disregarded by her only sibling (at the moment of CPR, her brother replied "I didn't sleep for two nights and I am going to take a shower."). She was almost not belong to this world: nobody cares about her except a handful of not-so-close friends (sympathizers at best) and two doctors. Amazingly, she had been denied by five surgeons that they didn't want to take care of this troublesome case: T9-10 pyogenic spondylodiscitis, 

T10 vertebral body was destructed and only 1/3 left (arrow); spinal cord was compressed by infected tissues.

near paralyzed, persistent backache for 3 months, renal failure underwent hemodialysis, diabetes, 4 toes had been amputed, hypertension, not a penny to her name but a rotten body with agonizing pain and a weeping soul).  She once had been left alone in ER for one week.

A Heartache. 

 Postoperatively and before comatose, at least, she had 30 hours of hope and joy that she raised her once paralyzed legs, and talked happily about she could walk again and wanted to be a tour guide; but the sweet dream shortly turned into an endless nightmare. 
  No, perhaps she is rather staying in her sweet dream and does not want to wake up to face this cruel and uncertain world.

Happy Mother's Day.