Celebrating women || my Grandma at 100 : story of how mama stayed in coma for 5 months

Hello hivers, how are you all doing ?. I am so happy today, today is mother's day in my country , and still in the season of celebrating our women and mothers, today it is with great joy that I invite you all to join me and celebrate my grandma who turned 100.

She is a strong woman and have come a long way. I will be sharing a little story of her life, a story we always share in my family whenever we visit mama or gather to celebrate her, you'll definitely enjoy it , I promise.

30 years ago, no one would ever believe that we would ever again gather like this to celebrate mama, atleast not a celebration of this kind. The celebration that would have been envisaged would be a post humous celebration.
And this wasn't because she was bad , or she didn't deserve the honour, no, not at all. Mama was and had always been a symbol of unity, she had always been virtuous and loved by all.
No one would have believed we could celebrate like this because of the hopeless predicament that befell mama years back.

It was 30 years ago, mama came visiting at the house. It was all fun and bliss until one morning when she complained of stomach pain. she was asked to be taken to the hospital but she refused saying it was nothing serious, she then took drugs to quell the pain and said she just needed rest. later that day the little stomach pain evolved into cholera and was really disturbing as she could barely get food down her throat let alone keep it in her system. Although it was now very imperative that she visits the hospital, it was already sunset and so she had to wait till morning the next day. At around 2am at night ( or morning rather ) she rushed into the toilet stooling and throwing-up, and she stayed there for a very long time. When we noticed she had taken too long, my mum went to check on her, she called and called but no reply. She called out to my dad who immediately banged the door open and found the woman sprawled out on the floor. she had fainted and was now unconscious.

They hurriedly cleaned her up and got her ready to be taken to the hospital.
There was no car in sight since it was late at night (and he didn't own any at the time), back then the country wasn't so developed, there were not so much commercial vehicles and there was no such thing as an emergency number that one could call to request for an ambulance. Nobody except the very few elites owned phones. My dad had to carry her on his back to the major road, but they found no car still. A kind neighbour of ours at the time accompanied him as he insisted my mom stays back to look after us. He had no other option but to carry her that way in the direction of the hospital- which was quite far from our area. He carried on tirelessly; I can only imagine how he felt as it was his mother's life at stake.

After they had gone a long distance, not nearly close to the hospital though, they came along police officers at a checkpoint. They were stopped and interrogated. When my dad explained the situation, one of them took pity and offered to give them a ride to the hospital. He commented on my dad's bravery and how he could have done even more if he found himself in such situation.
So, they arrived at the hospital and she was immediately admitted into the emergency unit.

she couldn't speak nor talk. She couldn't even eat. when my dad came in to see her, there were so many wires running through her body .
When my father spoke to the doctor in charge, he assured my dad that all would be fine, that she would soon respond to treatment and it was nothing to worry about.

He was a bit relieved after he spoke with the doctor so he waited and hoped that she woke up soon. Things didn't get better but worse, the doctor later told my dad that she wasn't responding to treatment as expected and infact she had gone into a coma.

The news broke my dad, he didn't know what to do, he had just buried his dad the previous year and now his mum was at a brink of death.
Still he didn't lose hope, he waited , praying she would regain consciousness. Himself and my mum visited the hospital every morning before they went to work and every evening after they closed work for the day.
This continued for days and days turned to weeks but the situation wasn't getting any better. My dad would sit by her every morning, he would call her like he was a baby "mummy, mummy" - as if that would immediately get her up. after that he would meet the doctor for his report and to pay and provide the necessary resources for her treatment.

It was now 4 weeks since she got into coma, Her body started to stick to the mattress. The nurses had even stopped coming to clean her out and my parents did it instead. By that time my dad had spent almost all the money he had on drips and oxygen and he was getting frustrated.
A doctor suggested that my dad gives them the permission so they'll inject her and have her die painlessly but my dad wouldn't hear of it. Doctors and nurses alike were convinced she wouldn't survive, but, my dad will rather she died naturally since he couldn't bring himself to think of or do that to a stranger talk more of his own mother.
He was prepared to give up everything he had and even take a loan to continue to foot the medical bills.
He went to look at her again and this time after he called upon her "mummy!!, mummy!!" like he did everyday, tears began to trickle down his cheek, she wasn't dead but still wasn't living, he was now tired and frustrated, he just wouldn't believe everything that was happening. Before he knew it, he was now crying seriously like a baby. The thought of having to see his mum die just like that , the pain she had gone through to raise them and the lovely moments they shared were all that filled his head. He left her still hopeful that she would pull through.

Later on, she got moved into the ward and it didn't take long before the medical practitioners started to use her for experiments. Somehow, my dad believed she'll wake up even though he saw no visible signs and even though the medical practitioners thought otherwise.

Four months passed and things didn't change, she didn't die, she didn't regain consciousness and the daily visits continued.
At this point my dad had lost hope totally but he still wanted her to pass-on on her own accord. Even the doctors were amazed that she had lived that long because they had long stopped paying adequate attention to her, they explained to my dad how several people had passed-on within the period my grandma had stayed in the hospital. even people with minor and less serious issues, people that had a very good chance of survival , people that no one would ever think they would die, but my grandma had still stayed alive even though her case was the worst and almost a hopeless one.

One fateful day at about the fifth month, when all hopes were lost, when thoughts and talks of a burial were now being considered, she opened her eyes, She awoke. Just like that. It was unbelievable, it was a miracle , it caused a great celebration in the hospital, my dad was immediately called to come. Nurses and doctors came to see her, to confirm for themselves what they had heard and to celebrate with her, her ward was quite full. My dad said although she was still weak and could barely talk or move her body, she chased everyone away. Guess how ?, she gave them the stenchiest fart they had ever smelled. They all went out happy and rejoicing as the doctors said it was a good sign.

Look at her now , she is over a hundred years old now. Still in the season of celebrating our mothers, We had to celebrate her now she is still alive. I really thank God that kept her, I'm really glad I still have a grandma, I pray he keeps us all till we see our great-grandchildren, I hope we all find time out of our busy schedules to celebrate our women and mothers. They are indeed Wonderful people.

I want to specially celebrate all the women in this platform @acidyo, @crimsonclad, @livinguktaiwan , @victoriabsb and everyone of you, I wish I could mention you all, you are all loved and you all are so adorable. We are grateful for all that you do and pray God grants you the desires of your heart.
Above all I wish you long, joyful , peaceful and prosperous life too. HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY. WE LOVE YOU ❤️❤️❤️