Well , After I got this long conversation with My Colleague at Work. I insisted to document this memory in the blog on the same day.
I intended to not miss any details.also to check it every now and then.
It started Few weeks ago when i noticed a picture of his wife and little small kid lying on his Desk.
Till Now Story seems a traditional one. nothing bad for having a motivation picture that reminds you with your responsibilities.
Until Today when i was about to leave. I just ran a question asking about his Small kid and how old is he now
something was not comfortable when he answered in brief 1.5 years.
being surrounded with some married with kids friends, i start talking about how exciting this period is , and he must feel that things are going fast as suddenly he found his kid is 1.5 yrs Old.
Seems I hit a nerve at that point, as he advised that it passed like 10 years .
He silenced me at this stage and i got a self thought saying that maybe the baby birth wasn't that good as -i donno why- almost the majority of the babies nowadays are born in a weak state.
""ok then , A Dead End. U shouldn't get into personal matters idiot."" - I Said to my self.
Suddenly he started to speak and explain . and it was the time to remember the below rule
"The best point to any successful conversation is the ability to hear the other part till the end , let their emotions go without interrupting."
He Shocked me when he said that his kid is fine and in a good health.
my surprise didn't last long as he added that the problem is with his wife.
The Below lines written as it is coming from my colleague's mouth.
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The problem started after my wife put the baby in an Armed Forces Hospital. she remained bleeding for almost 6 hrs .. until doctors realized this is an abnormal case and asked to find a blood bags asap.
It was almost 5:00 AM in the morning when i took my car driving here and there looking for some blood banks. unfortunately -just like bad taste movies- her blood type was a rare and a unique one.
After several failed tries I found a bank blood in Heliopolis , and we had a fight -u don't mistaken the word- a fight to sell the required blood type to us as he was keepin' it for some reason.
I returned back found that she lost more and more of her blood. So i get to the company her to send a mail to all employees for donation. A lot of people went there but unfortunately and for unexplained reason the hospital refused to get them in to donate..!!
The problem tends to be a mistake that was made during birth. Apparently my wife wasn't about to make it alive that Day. All Doctors were saying that there is no hope.
They asked me to transfer her to another hospital in Maadi to perform an urgent surgery and i did.
There in the new hospital . another mistake was made during the blood transfer.
Another one arises when some bacteria makes things worse. situation got bad when some wounds got infected.
All That was crowned by the Pituitary gland when it stopped functioning..
and their role is replaced by a huge amount of medicines.
As the time goes on, Blood Arteries that goes to the leg became narrower so nowadays they are not pumping well. which requires a full rest
My Wife Just fed up from all that and decided to do whatever she wants , having doctor's medical advices out of the window.
She lost more than 40 kilos during these 6 long months After the birth
I Come to Work Every Day praying god that i will return home to find her in One Piece along with my baby with her..
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I got a shiver down my whole body while he was going on and on.
we ended up, wishing her getting better soon and asked him to convince her to rest as much as she can.
On My Way Home i remembered the below Quote
الصحة تاج على رؤوس الأصحاء .. لا يراه إلا المرضى
It is Still a Fact that i will end up forgetting that whole situation but the thing that i will remember is to put a picture of my wife and kids on my desk to keep me always focus of what plans i had in Mind.
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