When You Bled Inside Your Cranium...

Poor boy.

He is now 27 years old. He had his first stroke 8 years ago, while watching a football match at his university. This was when he refused to take the medication for his heart problem.

He got lucky. And was able to continue life, albeit without the proper use of his right side of the body. At least he could walk.

But he couldn't speak...

Last week, he fell to another massive stroke. He could not remember who he was and fail to recognize the people close to him. And he was sent to the nearest hospital for the second time this month.

The hospital people couldn't do anything. "We do not have the skills," they said. Meaning; We dare not touch a complicated case like this. And promptly the young man was sent to the General Hospital...

He was slipping away.

And the good people of the General Hospital contacted everybody concerned from the North to the South of the country. Specialists and seniors doctors were searched for their counsel. And every news did not bode well.

He will die, under treatment or not.

The mother was heartbroken. Most of his siblings were greatly saddened. All except his eldest brother...

His eldest brother is me.

Stop wasting our time and money. Just die. So we can get on with life.

UPDATE (9 Feb) - My brother hasn't kicked the bucket yet.... Sometimes life disappoints you in surprising ways.