This was one of my sister's post in her Facebook feeds on June 2020. This was taken in the hospital while our father was confined because of heart attack. Our family was full of hope and faith that my father will still recover. We've been praying for healing, at the same time, telling our father to be strong and look forward and claim that he will recover.
On night of June 1, my sister initiated a call in our group chat. Our father was being intubated, his oxygen level fluctuated and he couldn't breath. All of us were praying, pleading for our father's life. Our father couldn't bear the pain, we heard him crying like a child. After the intubation, father kept on signaling to remove the tube. But my sister told him that he needed that to stay alive. Few hours passed, he stopped complaining and he stopped crying in spite of the fact that he was not comfortable. He was restless and weak. That was one of the terrible nights of our lives and I was beginning to lose hope. I read articles about intubation. I saw a spark of hope when I read a story about a patient who also experienced intubation and recovered. I uttered a prayer, "Lord, You are the God that heals. I believe that my father will still recover... Nothing is impossible to You."
June 2, our father seemed became comfortable with the tube. He started communicating with my sister thru SMS. He said he wanted to transfer to Chinese General Hospital. We started to arrange for the transfer but the hospital said we need to wait for the result of my father's PCR test (Covid19 test). He can be transferred if the result is negative.
Morning of June 3, we got the result of the PCR test, it was negative. My sister and brother began the coordination for my father's transfer. It was a very critical move because my father's condition was not getting better, based on the update given by his attending physician. But he was really insisting to transfer.
Father was transferred from Special Covid-probable ICU to regular ICU, we are expecting that he will stay there only for few hours because he will be transferred to another hospital soon. But few minutes after he was settled in the regular ICU, one of ICU nurses began shouting "CODE BLUE!", "CODE BLUE!". Doctors started rushing in the ICU. One of the medical staff informed my siblings that our father is being revived. His heart began beating so fast and gradually, his heart beat was dropping... Then, the unexpected and worst thing happened - his heart stopped beating... We lost our father.
One question popped in my mind few days after that tragic experience. Does God didn't listen to our prayers? I talked to Him and asked Him, "You said in Your word that You are the God that healed, then why did my father die?" I felt a tender warm embrace and an answer, "Healing comes in different forms. It is not always physical, it can be spiritual. I have answered your prayers but not in the way that you want it to be. I have healed your father in the way that I want him to be healed". That was very comforting, I felt peace. Though it hurts so much, I know in my heart that my father is in safe and happy place - no more pain, no more tears.
"He will wipe every tear from their eyes, and there will be no more death or sorrow or crying or pain. All these things are gone forever.” Revelation 21:4 NLT
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