I woke up to my sister’s high pitch voice saying my dad is in “code.” I didn’t understand what she meant, but it feels so bad that I got up and went to the hospital.
We were watching the doctors resuscitating the lifeless form of my dad. I felt blank witnessing it from a distance while a group of student doctors were close hovering and studying it intently. Unfortunately my mom went to US for work and my elder sister was not in our house at that time. So, I am the one who should be making decisions. Me. An adult child. The doctor asked my age and I said 30.
She said, “what?”
I said 30.
She said, “30??” See? Even she was surprised. I’m actually 31.
When the 6th cycle of resuscitation came, they were asking me point blank if they will continue or not. I was dumbfounded. I blurted, “I don’t know.” Then they explained that the max cycle in this hospital is 10x. They also asked me if we were planning to be “aggressive.” wtf is that? Seriously, explain more for common folks. I know what the word means but what does it mean in this moment?
Still not knowing anything, I said, “continue.” My mom through phone told me do everything. Then came 7th cycle, the doctor asked me again. I don’t want my dad to suffer more but I still said, “Yes, continue.” I heard the doctor told them “until 10.” There are no wrong decisions, if you reach this point where you have to decide.
When the 8th cycle came, I lose hope and told my sister it’s the end. We were crying our hearts out. Another doctor came to tell us that he had a conversation with my dad before. My dad told him to stop when this time comes. I was nodding my head but I didn’t tell them to stop. Then came 9th, then the final cycle…
This doctor went out to tell us that my dad just had a heartbeat but it’s unresponsive. It gave us a little hope. And a little hope is what we need.




