Last night I met my friend for a dinner. She said she needed to talk. When she called me, yesterday afternoon, she seemed to be in a sad mood, I could tell from her voice.
And, I was right.
She had a problem with her husband. It’s been 2 months, he had this unsustainable pain in his stomach. She thought it was gastritis. But then, he insisted that it was something different. She asked him to check with the doctor. But he refused.
He kept refusing until two days ago.
“Why on earth he refused?” I asked her.
And, she gave me the silliest reason: he was afraid to hear a bad news. He was afraid that the doctor might have told him that he had an uncurable disease or something.
OMG! That was so childish.
And, you know what he ended up with? Something worse than what it should have been. He got a tumor that if he had come earlier wouldn’t have been that worse.
So, there she was, my friend, his beloved wife, crying on my shoulder, wishing she had insisted him more persistently, blaming herself for that.
Oh dear, it wasn’t your fault. He was a grown up and he chose to act like a child. That was what I wanted to tell her but I was afraid he would have cried even more.
So, I said, it wasn’t your fault. It was meant to be that way. Just make sure you both learn from it and always pay attention to any slight pain whatsoever.
And, I, certainly, will pray for his health.
