Iron Lung: A True Life Story

She lived in an iron respiratory organ for most of her life. She divine others. Who was she?

“Comfort don't ever leave me," she says to me as she struggles on her death bed. I hold her hands, trying to fight away tears from my eyes. Her struggle now becomes weaker and weaker. And then drawing a deep long breath, her eyes fixed on my face, she dies. The hospital attendants wheeled her away to the morgue. And I thought that the earth had ended.

I worked for Hope as an attendant being a nursing-school student. I was taken aback once I 1st saw this woman living inside a tank called a respirator.

At first, I could not bring myself to ask her how she came into this. As time went by, however, we become familiar and talked freely together. Then one day once her husband came to see how she was doing, I asked the question directional it to no one in particular. I thought that her husband would-be provide the answer, but instead, it was Hope that started her story.

“One black winter morning in 1948—thirty six years after I was born in Los Angles—I discovered that I was stricken with the deadly polio." She engulfed hard and continues. "Things got bad quickly. From flu to palsy and then to the hospital wherever I accessorial up to several poliomyelitis patients on the waiting list." She wanted to scratch herself but since she could not do it herself, she called my attention to it, which I did. And then she resumed her story.

“I was afraid. I thought that I was going to die. For I had to lie on my back on the floor of the huddled hospital waiting for an Iron lung. But it was long in coming. Breathing was hard. Then one day, I passed out. I did not cognize what happened afterward. Job wish tell you the rest of the story.

“When Hope fainted, I didn't think that she would-be move back to life again" the husband continues. "The doctors must have been several kind of magicians because after one week, my married woman started to breathe again. And before long, she was placed in the next accessible respirator, more to our relief.

“These Iron lungs were at 1st thought to be a temporary invention—helping patients to recover—and breathe on their own later. But we discovered that the opposite was the case. Because these breathing machines were to become the permanent homes of galore poliomyelitis sufferers.

“Knowing this, I brought her house with the machine. And she has been living inside it for the past three decades" he complete and left the room, trying to hide his tears. I tried to fight back mine too. I was trying to actually understand what it means to lie on one's back in one spot for over thirty years.

Her faith in God unbroken her going through the years. She was a really devout Christian and she believed that her suffering was only for a time. And she firmly believed that if she dies, she wish be resurrected to live again, inform out what Christ told Lazarus's sister, Martha at John 11: 25 .

I must confess that I was not a Christian once I started working for her. She was the one that preached to me and born-again me to Christianity. And that was what she did to many another curious passersby and strangers who came to see her. Instead of being encouraged, she was the one that bucked up her sympathizers; and her faith in the Bible ready-made galore to become Christians. She was always praying to God in behalf of herself and others; and despite her condition, she was full of compassion for people. In fact, her courageousness divine all who knew her.

Hope's only regret is in not being present at the wedding ceremonies of her two children. For she was in the respirator once the two teenagers became adults, wedded and had children. She only saw the wedding pictures.

In fact, it could be aforesaid of her that she is a cat with nine lives. Because on top of this, she had an emergency appendicectomy without anesthetic once her appendix burst, endured cancer, had major surgeries and chronic skin disorders.

But there is a time for every affair under the heaven. Even as a time to live and a time to die. So, one day she went for her seventh surgery. And after that she was removed from the Iron respiratory organ for the 1st time in 37 years, attached to a modern respirator exploitation her tracheostomy, and placed on a hospital bed. She was not acquiring enough air. Fear gripped her. She knew she was going to die.

Three days later as she struggled for life, she spoke her last words to me : “ Comfort, don't ever leave me." I nodded. I was holding her. I didn't want to cry. Then she died. Tears flowed freely. After one week, she was buried in the city cemetery. Wreaths of flowers covered her grave which was marked with the words: “ Here lies one who waits upon the lord." Darkness falls on the cemetry. And we go house to mourn our beloved Hope.

Twenty years have passed now. I have since then full-grown from a lady to a wedded woman with a family. Possibly she has been forgotten. But I still visit the grave yard on every day of remembrance of her death to lay wreaths of flowers on her tomb.

Today is another day of remembrance of her death. And I take a bouquet of flowers to lay on my friend's tomb. As I enter the cemetry, I raise my eyes toward the gate and I see the words of King at Ecclesiates chapter 1 verse 2: THE GREATEST VANITY! EVERYTHING IS VANITY.

I walk ahead to the marked grave with the epitaph: HERE LIES ONE WHO WAITS UPON THE LORD. I lay my wreath of flowers on Hope's grave and sit to think of this admired one who suffered and died, waiting for the lord.

I was awoken from my meditation by a flash of lightning and the roaring of the thunder. I looked up. It was going to rain. I gather myself and kiss adieu to Hope as I hurry home. As I go, I remember her last words and I was discredited that I was departure my friend. On my way, I walk pass the tombs of the governor, the slave, the Indian and the war veteran—all vanities. I step outside the cemetry, look back and see those words again: THE GREATEST VANITY! EVERTHING IS VANITY. But I remember Hope used to talk of a bright futurity in paradise wherever sickness and suffering wish be gone. I was encouraged. So life may not be in vain after all.

She took ill one black winter morning. My resolve now is to be faithful to God so that I wish meet my friend during the resurrection in the coming new world. Then one bright summer evening we would-be lief hold hands together as we walk through the gardens of paradise. And I wish say to her: “I'm here, Hope. You see, I ne'er left you."

ARTHUR ZULU, an editorand book reviewer is the author of the arguable book CHASING SHADOWS! : A Dream. (A book that reveals the terrorists' master plan to finally set the earth on fire!)
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ARTHUR ZULU, an editorand book reviewer is the author of the arguable book CHASING SHADOWS! : A Dream. (A book that reveals the terrorists' master plan to finally set the earth on fire!)