Sleepless Nights in HKL (err.. actually less-sleep nights)

Today marks the first week Mak being hospitalized in HKL, 2 days in Ward 12 and 5 days in ICU. It's Day 5 for me, Day 6 for Ibu & Chik Alim, Day 2 for Nijam. Yeah, each one of us has our on-call hours. Nothing much that we can do with her being in the ICU; nonetheless we do want to be there. None of us utter it out loud, but I bet to each of us, this is the least that we can do to repay Mak's deed for carrying us (for 9 months) and raising us to be who we are today.

This is definitely NOT one of those been-there-done-that experience which I'd want to do ever (again). Nonetheless, it would definitely be one of those bitter sweet memories that would not be easily erased.

• Stories of hope: HKL South Wing Level 3 corridor witnessed many stories being exchanged, stories of hopes. When it comes to HOPE, I guess we human being would hold on to it no matter how fragile the hope-branch appears to be and no matter how tiny the hope-tree seems to be. I personally think there is nothing wrong holding on tightly to that 2 letters and 2 vowels. On the contrary clinging on to hope may (to a certain extend) pushes us to continue to take that one more step..just one more step. As someone once stated ..what oxygen is to the lungs, such is hope to (meaning of) life..
• Passion, patience and patients: 3 words that sound alike but have 3 different meanings. Yet at places like this (HKL), the 3 words go very well, seamlessly, hand-in-hand. Imagine a Doctor who has little patience, let alone passion having to deal with all sorts of patients, on daily basis. Not only the sick one be getting more sick, the well one will eventually be heart-sick. Be it doctors, nurses, teachers, engineers, any bosses, any employees, passion prelude patience..
• Frame it up: We cannot help but feeling apprehensive over Mak's health and physical conditions. What started as a simple embolectomy aka a-less-than-3-hours-minor-operation-to-remove-blood-clots has landed Mak in the ICU ward. Her body could not cope well with the stresses induced during the embolectomy operation. She had heart attacks and had water in her lung causing her difficulty in breathing. Our minds experienced acute indigestion (not trying to sound like a non-qualified doctor) trying to understand what those words means and the implications on Mak. There were just too much to handle. One night, I caught a glimpse of the nicely lit KLCC framed by the window panels. I have seen it a number of times, but the window panels (somehow) helped reemphasized its beauty. The nicely lit KLCC picture taught me a lesson about life. When we see too many things (all screaming for attentions) and when we have too many to handle at a time, just frame it up - not only that are we able to be more focus, but also realize the beauty behind all that.

I know am not alone in praying for Mak's wellness. And I realize that am not praying for Mak's wellness alone. Mak is recovering well and I thank the Almighty for that. And my prayer goes to the Akak who has been really (I mean really) strong facing dugaan Allah.

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Picture 1: HKL South Wing Level 3 corridors leading to the securely guarded ICU Ward.

Picture 2: Window-framed picture of KLCC at night