Bad Bitch
It had not been an easy week for our family. On an early Wednesday morning this week at our local church , I found myself talking to Mama Mary but I was actually embarrassed kneeling in front of her because I don’t exactly consider myself a good Catholic. I hardly go to church and I can’t remember my last Confession. Anyway, there I was asking for Mama Mary to give me a unicorn that poops a never ending 100 dollar bill. Okay, no I was not.
I was kneeling in front of Mama Mary and was asking her to bring my sister to full recovery and all that came into my mind was this loop of words which started off with .. “Please help my sister”. Then this was followed with “because she is a bad bitch”. Unfortunately, my begging got stuck in a loop of “bad bitch”so many times as no other words would come to mind. Towards the end of my conversation, I was apologising for my behaviour of only going to see Mama Mary when I want something along with millions of other Catholics who only see her when they want something. So what makes me special?
Because I am begging and praying for my sister. My sister is currently in ICU. She suffered a ruptured brain aneurysm on Monday and went through a major operation on Monday night right through the morning to stop the bleeding. The operation was a success but she still has hurdles to overcome until she’s out of ICU which is hopefully by the end of next week. So far, her progress has been positive but we are on our toes because there is a risk of brain spasms.
Does it feel surreal? Absolutely. Even more surreal that we have not seen her since Monday because of Covid restrictions. Our first reaction was to go and see her but then we realised that she’s in a great place with the best nurses and doctors in Sydney and the last thing we want is to bring something to her like a cold or worst Covid, we listened to the Medical Team and accepted the Covid protocols.
Yesterday, was a great day as Josh and I were allowed to drop off some supplies at the hospital. There was a system that we had to follow. We called the Ward and one of her Medical Team came down to meet us outside of the building to get the supplies. I was ecstatic as I got to speak to someone in person who is looking after my sister. The hospital has been wonderful in providing us updates via phone but seeing someone in person who is part of my sister’s caregivers got me feeling elated. I had a short moment of teary extravaganza and I allowed myself that.
I was once told that when we go through this type of experience that the universe is not punishing us but giving us the opportunity to learn. It gives us the opportunity to reconnect within ourselves, to appreciate our loved ones and to tell ourselves, “I got this because I am one bad bitch”. My sister is one bad bitch and I do not need a unicorn that poops a never ending 100 dollar bill. I just want my sister back home with us in good health and living her best life. Thank you Mama Mary. 🙏🏼❤️❤️❤️
Update: After staying two weeks in ICU and two days at the ward, my sister has been recovering home. Thank you, thank you! I’m in awe of the power of prayers. 🙏🏼❤️❤️❤️