HER DYING WISHES
For You…
She has a way of
grabbing her readers by the collars and leading them, with words, actions,
motions and emotions, into the intriguing world of her very organic
imagination, and letting them, in the aftermath, crave for even more.
Her name is Her Majesty, Mrs Hannah Umoh Joshua and this is her latest story labelled...
HER DYING WISH
She had a dying wish: that her eyes be donated to a person with sight challenge.
The malignant tumor that was discovered in her brain stem thirteen months back had quickly metastasized to other parts of the body and had invaded surrounding tissues.
At thirty nine, her only regret was that she had not impacted more on the world, and her deepest fear was leaving behind her twelve year old son.
Two surgeries and several chemotherapy sessions later, the growth could not be contained. There was nothing else the doctors could do. So she resigned herself to fate. But she was determined to make a mark. She wanted to make a difference in someone’s life, so she made the decision to give out her eyes. It was not just in words, she made the necessary arrangements with the hospital and with the appropriate bodies.
Her family said nothing. There was no objection. Probably because she was dying. Anything to make her transition peaceful and easier. Two days later, she passed on to the great beyond.
Her husband shared in her passion. Celeste no longer had need for her eyes, whereas it could make a world of difference for another. But her parents, uncles and siblings could not imagine plucking out her eyes and burying her without it. Their tradition forbade it.
Every plea and explanation from the hospital and her husband fell on deaf ears. They were simply adamant.
The operation had a time frame. They had less than six hours to reach an agreement. It was a tough battle: between Celeste’s death wish and tradition.
The battle line was drawn. Lawyers were brought in.
To whom did the right to make the decision fall? The husband or her parents?
Was the hospital form signed by both the deceased and her husband binding enough?
Can they win the race against time?
After nearly five hours of trading words, insults and near punches, the deceased’s dying wish prevailed. Her eyes were removed.
Six weeks later, in a low key ceremony, her remains were committed to mother earth. At the end of the ceremony, Abel, Celeste’s widower was going round appreciating his guests and receiving condolences when he looked up and saw a couple approaching him, a little girl of about thirteen, with them. He couldn’t recognize them but he quickly wrapped up with the guest he was talking with anyway.
About five feet from him, they stopped. Tears were streaming down their cheeks, uncontrollably. He was confused at first, but when he looked at the little girl, he knew. There was no mistaking those eyes that he had looked into every day for thirteen years. Then his own tears came pouring. The little girl could see the world now, through Celeste’s eyes.
When he looked up towards heaven, he could feel her smiling down at him. She was fulfilled; and so was he
Her name is Her Majesty, Mrs Hannah Umoh Joshua and this is her latest story labelled...
HER DYING WISH
She had a dying wish: that her eyes be donated to a person with sight challenge.
The malignant tumor that was discovered in her brain stem thirteen months back had quickly metastasized to other parts of the body and had invaded surrounding tissues.
At thirty nine, her only regret was that she had not impacted more on the world, and her deepest fear was leaving behind her twelve year old son.
Two surgeries and several chemotherapy sessions later, the growth could not be contained. There was nothing else the doctors could do. So she resigned herself to fate. But she was determined to make a mark. She wanted to make a difference in someone’s life, so she made the decision to give out her eyes. It was not just in words, she made the necessary arrangements with the hospital and with the appropriate bodies.
Her family said nothing. There was no objection. Probably because she was dying. Anything to make her transition peaceful and easier. Two days later, she passed on to the great beyond.
Her husband shared in her passion. Celeste no longer had need for her eyes, whereas it could make a world of difference for another. But her parents, uncles and siblings could not imagine plucking out her eyes and burying her without it. Their tradition forbade it.
Every plea and explanation from the hospital and her husband fell on deaf ears. They were simply adamant.
The operation had a time frame. They had less than six hours to reach an agreement. It was a tough battle: between Celeste’s death wish and tradition.
The battle line was drawn. Lawyers were brought in.
To whom did the right to make the decision fall? The husband or her parents?
Was the hospital form signed by both the deceased and her husband binding enough?
Can they win the race against time?
After nearly five hours of trading words, insults and near punches, the deceased’s dying wish prevailed. Her eyes were removed.
Six weeks later, in a low key ceremony, her remains were committed to mother earth. At the end of the ceremony, Abel, Celeste’s widower was going round appreciating his guests and receiving condolences when he looked up and saw a couple approaching him, a little girl of about thirteen, with them. He couldn’t recognize them but he quickly wrapped up with the guest he was talking with anyway.
About five feet from him, they stopped. Tears were streaming down their cheeks, uncontrollably. He was confused at first, but when he looked at the little girl, he knew. There was no mistaking those eyes that he had looked into every day for thirteen years. Then his own tears came pouring. The little girl could see the world now, through Celeste’s eyes.
When he looked up towards heaven, he could feel her smiling down at him. She was fulfilled; and so was he
A heart that is inspired,
will always be joyful, this true.
Be inspired to cause
others thinking to contribute piece of write.
We belong to imagination
group combining invisible hearts together, not chasing after the cloud but
being volunteers and ambassadors of peace and love.
We know we will not be
here forever but we write to leave the world a better place than we first
given.
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