A few days ago I came across a post titled Sometimes I regret by @intishar in which he told about his regrets of not opting to be a doctor. The incidences he faced regarding the pain of his sister and death of his mother made him regret his decision.
The post reminded me of the incidences my family once faced. We had regrets, especially my brother displayed the regret often. It so happened that my father got high fever suddenly. We consulted the doctors in the nearby clinics, yet my father didn’t do well. We took him to a hospital recommended by a cousin (He used to work in the pharmacy of the hospital). It was not a very well known hospital of the city, just a smaller one with a few beds. My father was admitted to ICU. He was losing his senses gradually. By the late night, he was transferred to ventilator.
My brother was like we should take him to a well known hospital (named as “Agha Khan"). He said that he was not satisfied with the hospital and the doctors there. My cousin told my brother that the doctors were paying attention but my brother insisted that we would move. They visited the well known hospitals of the city and consulted the specialist doctors. These were really expensive hospitals, the fee of which was beyond our capacities but who thinks of the fees when you are seeing your loved ones in pain. We were still ready to shift him to the bigger hospital but the doctors told that my father’s condition was not allowing him to remove him from ventilator and travel the long way. Whatsoever happened we couldn’t shift him to another hospital. Two days later, my father was no more with us.
My brother regretted a lot. He said if we had taken him to a better hospital we might have saved our father.
Four months later, the same cousin (Sarim), who had taken my father to the hospital, had a complain of headache one day and suddenly he went unconscious and fell on the ground. His brother took him immediately to the same hospital, but Sarim had got a job in Agha Khan pharmacy by then. He was on probation period at that time. When his colleagues found out about his condition, they told his brother to immediately shift him to Agha Khan. Brother was reluctant a bit because he knew that the expenses of the hospital would be beyond their reach. However, when he saw Sarim’s condition turning worse and shifted him immediately. Because of being the employ of the hospital he didn’t face any problem in admission.
In a few hours the doctors declared that he Sarim had brain haemorrhage. They would need to operate him after some time. I don’t know about the reasons but the doctors told to operate him after two days. However, because of his worsening condition, he was operated the next day.....
He was treated and operated in one of the most well-known hospitals of the country, yet he died. He remained on ventilator for two days just like my father. Once closed, he didn’t open his eyes again in three days. Just. Like. My. Father.
There is no sanctuary from death in this world. When it is destined to happen it happens any way. Nothing can stop it from happening when it is decided divinely. There is no use of regretting about something beyond our control. In fact, there is no use of regretting about something about past because we cannot change it. Instead, we should make the most of what we have acquired as of today.