Terminal cases, death, hopes and dreams.

Heard those two words in the last month than I ever heard in years. Young people “unexpectedly” die, babies and children pass away or in need for sophisticated surgeries that can only be performed abroad and with fees no one family can pay.

Years back a TV show adopted the case of a little baby who needed a very expensive heart surgery that the government didn’t approve financing and the program launched its own campaign for fund raising. I asked my dad, being a heart surgeon, why didn’t the government finance this operation, he simply said, the baby will die and it will be a waste of money, they can spend the money on more cases that can really provide added value to others.

His comment came as a shock, a concept my mind accepts but can never comprehend. Dad was talking about the greater picture, he also added, at time of wars or crisis critical cases aren’t a high priority as they consume too much resources that will make less critical cases critical if not attended to.

I can never emotionally accept such a notion. A human being is as unique as a thought or an idea. How can a mother or a father here such cruel words and accept them. Being in such situation isn’t cruel, the real cruelty comes from denying hope and sometimes killing it.

A new mother, with a little baby girl, born with a weak heart muscle, as she grows in size the heart wont be able to support the body, the mom talked about how she is worried that when she gets married the heart wont support pregnancy and birth. Who can answer back and say, lady she wont live past this year, save your money and effort and let go.

(وَلا تَيْئَسُوا مِنْ رَوْحِ اللَّهِ إِنَّهُ لا يَيْئَسُ مِنْ رَوْحِ اللَّهِ إِلاَّ الْقَوْمُ الكَافِرُونَ) [يوسف:87].