Today I went to meet Abu Jamal at the King Hussein Cancer Center. I was suppose to meet him to give him the donations I received from UAE to cover his electricty bill and bring back the power that was cut from his house by the electricity company.
I was surprised that he wanted to take me to Jamal’s room to meet him. Honestly I haven’t ever met any patient on his duying bed. When my dad passed away from Luekemia, I was only 2 years old so can’t remember anything.
I approached Jamal who was laying on bed with tubes coming from his mouth, bare chested, and had a oxygene mask. His body was very weak, very skinny. He was breathing very difficult and was able to see his chest bones when he exhales and inhales. He was awake, he said something that I couldn’t understand.
I’m not writing this to feel sorry for a sick patient, or to pity him, Im writing this because I need to vent. I dont think there are words that can describe seeing a young man at this early age where his life is being slipping away in front of his less fortunate family. I don’t know why this is happening and in a very slow pace! God mush have his own reasons!
His dad told me that every day the son wishes to pass away to relief his parents and his own suffering. When Jamal hears a patient screaming, the dad tells him, it’s probably a couple fighting over soemthing.
The only thing I can say, is how lucky I am to be healthy to be able to write this post. Life is making everyone busy and concerned with things that we take for granted.
That’s why we need to appreciate the most precious thing we have, which is our health!
May God mercy Jamal and his family!