It happened...

The long awaited and dreaded news finally became entrenched into our mobile's sms...

She's gone... peacefully...

I do believe it was a peaceful departure.

She'd been saying that she's been feeling tired. A very clear sign that her body will not be holding out much longer...

She'd said that she's on oxygen mask, a sign also that her body is not able to function properly anymore...

Over the last few months... she seemed weaker each time I visited her...

Regardless of the optimism she shows when we talk to her... I've always wondered if she'd really believed that she'd recover in time to come.

Through this incident, I've come to think deeper on the impact of things said between a patient and a visitor.

In our bid to encourage a patient, we tend to entice them with promises of doing things with them so as to create in them a desire to recover quickly. Unknowingly, we'd actually created more regrets for them. Would they leave with regrets of not being able to do those things that were meant to encourage them in the first place? I would. A promse is a promise...