My family and I normally don’t get sick. Yes, we are quite proud of how healthy we are. Our lucks turned when my son caught acute bacterial nasopharyngitis. Sounds complicated huh? It actually means common colds, although acute bacterial makes it look more bad. And yes it was! My son had to endure high grade fever for 6 days! He is just 28 months old and all he can say was “ouch ouch mommy” when something is painful. He couldn’t eat. Apparently, even drinking water is painful. We rushed to him to the hospital from fear of dehydration. He had an iv and the antibiotics were directly injected thru the veins. As a mother, it was always so hard to watch your child suffer like that. I couldn’t sleep nor eat. I relied on coffee heavily. We were so glad when the doctors finally announced that he is well and could go home. When he was already feeling better, he started playing on his bed. I brought his favorite toys – Thomas the tank engine and friends trains, and his big crayons and coloring books. When the nurses took out the iv, he was already playing on the floor. We had to make one of the bedsheets as a carpet on the floor. I was so glad to see my little boy happy and well again.
On the way home inside the car, my son was all bubbly and talkative. Back to his normal self asking so many questions and singing “Lights and Shades by FLL.” It was such a sight! When we arrived home, the bad news hit me hard. This time, I’m the one who is sick. I felt all sorts of pain, from head down to my throat, to every other part of my body. I felt dizzy too and would very much like to lie down. My mouth went dry and had no appetite. I swear! When I tried to eat, I had to force myself not to puke. And swallowing was sooooo hard! I even had to dig my fingernails around inside my palm just to help me drink water. That’s when I realized how hard my son suffered. I felt so terrible. My fever went as high as 39.9. That freaked me out! The next day, my husband had to rushed me to the hospital gastric pains and allergies.
Today. I feel better now. No pain. No fever. No dizziness. No weakness. Yes, the medicines cured me. But the one that – no – the one who healed me is Jesus. I remember a day from this week, when my dad phoned me and prayed with me. Tears just flowed without even thinking. I felt a little power inside me. I continued to pray and pray, calling Jesus my Lord, Saviour and Healer. You see, I was getting really freak out by my family asking why have I been with fever for such a long time, that maybe something else is wrong with me. I was scared. Really scared. Well, not anymore because I am finally healed. Thank you Lord Jesus for healing me and my child.













