Love's war soldiers

Chapter 2

Mom

— Mrs. Hall, if we don't find a donor soon, I'm afraid your daughter's heart will fail. With each passing day, she is getting weaker.

— Doctor, we'll find one. I didn't fight so hard to lose her so fast. She has a lifetime ahead of her.

The doctor retreats to his office, but not before giving me a compassionate look. His job hardened him. He is so familiar with the losses that they no longer touch him.

It is understandable, how could you continue to live if you had so many lost battles on your soul, so many lives that ended too soon, so many grieving families. The smell of the hospital makes me dizzy, so I retire to his chapel to pray for my daughter's life. I will not lose hope, I will continue to fight, regardless the costs.

I would donate my heart to her without even thinking, but it is not possible. Organ donation is only accepted under certain conditions, which unfortunately neither my husband nor I meet.

I walk dazedly on the dimly lit chapel door, where only the light that passes through the stained glass windows remains.

I sit in the back seat, my mind completely empty and my gaze fixed on the icon of the Mother of God.

She's a mother too, she understands my pain ... she once lost her son too soon.

I seek my words to say the prayer, but my attention is silently focused on another grieving family now at the feet of the Son. The woman's tears shine in the diffused light in the chapel, and I could swear I could feel her cheeks burning. How much pain these walls hide...

On the other side of the room sits quietly and with a calm look, a lady at about 75-80 years old. She's in a hospital gown, which makes me think she's hospitalized here. After the pale color of his face, I could say he hasn't been out of here in a while.

Her prayer is calm and quiet, and her face is serene. She does not seem burdened by the cruel disease that makes her life difficult, she seems reconciled with the thought that the end is near. He is not afraid of death, while this thought terrifies me worse than if I had known it's after me.

I fold my palms and close my eyes leaning against the old wood of the bench I just sat on. After minutes of prayer and dozens of tears, I get up determined and go to the canteen for a coffee. I haven't slept in a few nights and a long night will follow.

I will not give up! I will call on the help of the people. I will join all possible groups on social networking sites and ask for everyone's help. As long as her heart is still beating, there's another chance. And I know she has a lion's heart. I'm not ready to lose her.

In just a few hours, my motherly pain convinced millions of people to share and certainly many more saw. I'm not allowed to sit with her in the living room at night, so I sit in one of the chairs in the white waiting room when I see the ambulance staff bringing a seriously injured person on the stretcher.

The bloodshed is now all over the hallway and all I hear is "car accident". The scenes you see in the hospital mark you forever. How short is life .. How insignificant .. Now you are, now you are no more ..