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| Photo taken at Baylon Temple, Cambodia |
Everyone was startled when she was admitted to our Unit. Serving the hospital for how many years, it was a surprise when she became the patient. Intubated directly due to decrease level of consciousness, I can still remember her voice when I got an almost close argument with her.
Pronounced to be unresponsive to any stimuli, it broke everybody's heart.
I remember her when I attended the symposium on Deceased Organ Donation. Talking about brain dead, it's difficult to believe though I am working in medical field, apart from all the discussions of the body's every bone, muscles and nerves, that the person is considered dead if: 1) there's no spontaneous breathing and 2) there's no brain activity.
Stirring my cup of Espresso, I want to blurt out' "but how about the heart? How could one die if it's still beating?". I could hear my own heartbeat. Probably because of the strong caffeine content of my drink. Or the opposition of my mind to the idea of brain over heart. But the speaker is unstoppable clearing issues of a well-research presentation. "Human being is dead when the brain is dead. Reflexes are present due to lateral circulation."
Reflexes.
I remember their story about her when it was decided that she will be an organ donor.
No brain activity. Heart beat's due to medicines. Breathing through the ventilator.
Tears escaped from her eyes.
The eyes that never reacts to light.
Or to pain.
Her leg moved.
But science says it was just a Reflex.
She died with her heart still beating.
Could it be possible?
Yes.
Happiness dies when one forgets to let go of the baggage of the past, the fear of the future, and the anxiety of the present.
Simplicity dies when we allow material things to define the worth of our living.
Service dies when money takes high precedence over fulfillment.
Hope dies when prayer becomes the last option and not the first.
Relationship dies when someone started to look after her self-interest and not of the other.
Love dies when one forgets why she loves.
Life, then, is slowly drifting away from a beating heart.
That's when we face our tomb.
That's when we face our tomb.
When anguish creeps and our pain is overwhelming, God, too, is weeping.
But noticed that Jesus did not stop from there. He did not kneel and roll on the ground and cry all day. He did not saved the tears and put it in the glass and cry again until He fills it.
He was quick to pray to the Father.
He was quick to believe that even in the most impossible, smelly, and darkest tomb, there will come out Lazaru.
Whatever kind of "tomb" you are going through, He is calling you just like how He called Lazaru to life.
"Lazaru, come out".
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