Steem Cameroon- Dying matters, let's talk about it by ngwerast: 03/05/2022

My late sister at Mbingo Bello hospital
Source: My itel Dual camara phone

Hello to you all esteem steemians and welcome to my very first steem contest which happened to be the most sensitive topic in life "Dying matters, let's talk about it". Infact, I feel like weeping while sharing the most traumatized and painful moments I have been through. I have lost a lot close relatives that were very dear to me. That is, my father when I was 10, my mother when I was 12, my grandmother when I was 18. My 2 elder brothers in 2020, between January 2020 and July 2020, (a difference of 7months). However, in the following lines, I will be talking about the most recent Death in my family which happen to be my sister.

Source: My itel Dual camara phone

A) The person I lost was my sister.

    Definition of the words Dying and 
     Death.

Death according to MedicineNet refers to "an individual irreversible cessation of all biological body functions that sustain an organism". And Dying on the other hand is simply the act of ceasing to live.

My sister was diagnosed in February 2022 at the Big Mbingo Bello hospital of liver cancer ♋. The doctor told us she has to be placed on a strict diet, which we did followed. Inaddition to her medical treatment and diet, fasting and prayers were carefully programmed to equally fight the disease. I personally registered her online with Pastor Chris at the Christ Embassy Church for the 3 days healing stream live TV, and prayed alongside with Emmanuel TV too. Within the month of February, she was getting much better and the fear I had in me began departing from my spirit. I will call her twice a day just talk to her and make her laugh too, since the doctor had equally said she is not supposed to be sad 😔 or stressed. Towards the end of Febuary, she was much more better, and so I reduced the rate of calls.

The actual shock and the real trauma of the year.

Early March 2022, I began having terrible dreams. I called the village one early morning to greet everyone and to check on her. Unfortunately for me, it was a disturbing call, as the news wasn't good at all, I was told she is down again. I dropped and contacted the the junior pastor from Christ Embassy in Bamenda to know exactly when the healing stream program will start, but he told me it will be on the 18 March. That is, about 4days from the day I was talking with him, I was desperate and devastated. The next the day which was Sunday, towards the evening, she started crying of stomaches and at 1 a.m, she was rushed to Bambui hospital. The doctor's report said she lacks 4 litres of blood. The morning which was Monday the 14th of March, 2 packs of blood were given to her and and she had to continue the other 2 packs the following day.

           Her last breathe

At same time, while at work I was so stressed and devastated. I began calling her husband so I could talk with her, I even called on videos just to see her and hear her talk. The last video call with her, didn't go well and got me panicking at work, as she couldn't speak clearly to me, and was looking so weak. It was 5pm, I closed from work, rushed home to make on another video, which I did. Her husband put the phone on her ear, I could see and feel her breathe. Her breathing was so slow and weak, she wasn't talking anymore, and I had to drop the call. I took my Bible, prayed and went straight to Psalm 23, I read it alongside with her names. Then I turned to Psalm 32 and 34, read it again alongside her names. When I was done read and praying, I had this strange feelings . Immediately I finished praying, it was 10:45pm and my phone rang, it's was the husband crying and telling me that Delphine is Dead 😭.

Source: My itel Dual camara phone.

     B)  How I handled the difficult and 
         horrible moment.

At first, it was like I didn't hear him right. Before I could say a word, he had dropped. I became terrified, my body was shaking, my head was hot like fire, my whole body was sweating. In my room alone, I screamed, but my energy was low because my body was becoming very weak. I felt like I will pass out, so I called one of my friends to come be with me. He came along with two tins of liquid peakmilk, I took one immediately. I called the husband back, to ask if my sister has wake up, but he said no, I asked him again, but he refused still, and rather told me she was being arranged to be sent to the mutuary.
I cried the whole night, the whole day the next day. I cried continuously for 3days, while waiting for the program to travel to Bamenda for her burial. Till today, I still can't get over it. It's still so fresh in my mind and it feels like one of those numerous dreams I always have.

Me at work, after my sister's burial
Source: My itel Dual camara phone.

My family and I at funeral church service.

Source: My itel Dual camara phone.

    Moral lesson:

Death according to the scripture is a good thing. However, I can testify that it's a horrible thing to the decease love ones. Eventhough it's hard to accept death, we must die, if we want to make it to heaven. My sister died leaving behind 4 kids of very tender ages and a husband to mourn her.

Thank you very much steemit platform, steem Cameroon, @fombae and team for this great opportunity granted for me to tell the world how traumatized it can be losing love ones.

I will invite @chiabertrand, @ebuahsang1 and @bongk to participate in this contest.

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