Lit by Her Light

There’s a unique comfort in knowing someone has your back no matter what—like a lighthouse lit up in the darkest night, guiding you through the stormiest nights. For me, that person recently has been my sister. As I pen this, my heart swells with gratitude and admiration for her unwavering support during one of the toughest chapters of my life.

Recently, my health hasn’t been at its best, a story I’ve opened up about in my previous post. I didn’t expect my sister’s concern to manifest so deeply when I updated her about my latest health challenges in India. Her immediate response? “I’m flying out on the earliest flight from Singapore to Bangkok.”

The Unexpected Arrival 

The moment she spoke those words, it hit me deeply: I’m not just her sibling—I’m her priority. While I was being cared for by a dear friend who showered me with love and support, it became clear that my sister was my unwavering constant. In her reply, she reassured me, “Tomorrow, once I land, we’ll head to the hospital together”—a trip we’ve made countless times before, yet her dedication makes each one feel so touched.

But this is more than a story about hospital visits. It’s about recognizing the deep, unspoken bond that ties siblings together, especially when life throws curveballs.

A Visit to BNH Hospital: Discovering the Depths of Care

When my sister and I arrived at Bangkok Nursing Home Hospital (BNH), we were greeted with an incredible sense of care and efficiency. From the welcoming reception to the seamless registration process, it felt like everything was in place to ease my worries.

We were sent directly to the ENT clinic, and after a consultation, referred to the A&E. The first doctor conducted X-rays and blood tests, and the results painted a concerning picture: I was malnourished, battling pneumonitis, and my blood oxygen levels were alarmingly low. My blood pressure was so low that the doctor remarked, "Surprisingly, you haven’t fainted yet!" I chuckled, half-joking that meditation must’ve kept me steady.

As we waited for a regular room, I was admitted to the ICU temporarily to rest first. It didn’t feel as daunting as it sounds—quite the opposite. In fact, with a large-screen TV offering Netflix, the accommodations felt more like a luxurious hotel than a hospital. I even finished the Squid game season 2 all in one night!

Dr. Wasin, who took charge of my case, outlined a straightforward yet effective recovery plan: nose feeding to help me regain strength, antibiotics administered via IV to combat the infection, an oxygen supply tube to support my breathing, and a carefully structured regimen to restore my body’s stability. It all made sense, and I resolved to fully commit to the path he had laid out.

Finding Light in Little Moments

Even in the hospital, life didn’t stand still. I managed to sneak in a video call with my Rainbodhi SG group, reflecting on our Bodh Gaya pilgrimage and retreat. My sister, ever the companion, napped on the sofa beside me, as we chatted about how we’d spend New Year’s. “The plan is to have no plan,” I told her. Given everything happening, taking one day at a time felt like the only way forward.

Throughout this journey, my sister has been my unwavering companion. From hospital visits to bringing me protein shakes and herbal supplements, she’s always been there. She doesn’t just care for me—she fights for my well-being. And in her, I see someone extraordinary—a woman who embodies selflessness and strength.

A quote that resonates here is by Oprah Winfrey: “Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.” My sister? She’d walk beside me if the bus didn’t even show up.

Hoping for Her Happiness

Amid my gratitude lies a hope that she finds someone who cherishes her the way she cares for me. She deserves a love as selfless as the love she’s given me. And while I may not be able to repay her for everything, I can honor her by showing up for her in any way I can.

Did I tell you her name is Lit?