With the death of my son I have regrets. I should have decided to bring him to the hospital earlier. I should have not taken dengue lightly. Why did I linger, why did I delay. Why? Why?
I am a spendthrift. I know that hospital bills are high, even for a few days of stay, your bills could run to thousands. I am no stranger to hospitals and even to death. My mother, my grandfather, my father, my aunt, my mother-in-law - they died in the hospital. I was exchanging my sons life by saving on expenses. What kind of father am I? And what happened? My son died and the hospital bill and other expenses were close to a million.
I took him to the hospital when it was late and the disease has spread affecting his kidneys, pancreas, liver, lungs and heart. He was in a sorry state in the ICU with all those tubes connected to his body. It was my fault, he doesn't have to suffer like that and seeing him die is the most painful.
I'm sorry my son. I let you down.
