THE DREAD OF LOSING MY LOVED ONES IS MY WORST PHOBIA.

I've been in a number of situations when I felt terrified, some of which I soon conquered and some of which lasted as long as possible. Fear is a common sensation that we all go through and is brought on by numerous things that work against our safety, security, joy and welfare.

I've been in a scenario when I was so afraid and nearly gave up on the hope I have that such fear will ever be removed, but somehow God came through for me. Fear can occur in many many shapes and facets, including marital, academic, financial, death, and co.

MY GREATEST FEAR

My greatest fear is losing my loved ones to death, even though it has already happened once, and that was when my grandparents passed away. My love and bond with them were strong because they were the ones who raised me from childhood until my early adulthood. However, after their passing, which affected my mental health and caused me to feel depressed, another fear started to surface a few years ago.

This time, my younger brother Marshave was the one who was seriously ill. By the time he was rushed to the hospital, we learned that if we had waited a few more days to bring him, significant damage would have been done to his internal organs, and he might not have survived. As a result, the doctor performed an operation on him the day after we brought him to the hospital.

But after this procedure, he began to experience complications, which prompted doctors to perform a colostomy-related operation on him. This did not go over well because, shortly after the operation, the hospital informed us that all doctors in the country were on strike, leaving us with the choice of taking him to a private facility or leaving him in the care of nurses.

Although it would have been preferable to have taken him to a private hospital, we were short on funds, so we let the nurses take care of him. However, because the doctors were on strike, a few days after the operation, the stitches covering his stomach started to come undone, allowing us to literally see his internal organs as he slept in the hospital bed.

I was confused, terrified, and unsure of what to do, but I tried to remain calm because I didn't want to make him feel worse by showing him his internal organs and stomach tearing up. Fortunately for us, after numerous calls and pleading with one of the doctors who operated him, he finally agreed to disguise as a common visitor in order to stitch up the open part and prescribe the necessary drugs. He had to disguise because if he had been caught by doctors detective, he would have had his license revoke.

After the doctor's assistance, things weren't great, but they were getting better. The doctor later advised us to bring him to a private hospital almost for an ileostomy reversal operation; in total, no fewer than five operations were carried out on him. In the end, we spent no less than six months in the hospital. It was a horrible experience, and I can't bear the pain he endured. At times, I wish I could relieve his suffering or take his place on that bed.

I will not fail to give God all the glory for how he miraculously took control of the situation. If I were to calculate the length of time spent in the hospital alongside when we went for other operations, that will be no less than 8 months and millions of naira spent, but each time I see him walking freely, it makes me thank God for his intervention.

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