The 17 Hours

I have not posted anything since the last post in January. After I had proudly announced earlier that I would try to post 60 posts, I am now beginning to doubt that mission.

With Am, Ungku and Lutfi

With a senior from MCKK, Suhaimi Sulaiman (Class of 1979)

My brief absence was partly because I had a surgery in the middle of February. I was diagnosed of having an ‘Acute Appendicitis’, hence a quick surgery was the top most priority. I requested for a transfer to a hospital in Penang, but the doctor insisted to do it in KL. Before I realized, the longest 17 hours in my life had just started.

I was admitted into the hospital late at night. While waiting for the nurse to conduct the further check up, the news began to travel and alarm so many people. I received many SMSes asking about my condition which encapsulated the sense of worrisome and nervousness. I tried to suppress a smile when reading the prayers and wishes hoping to conceal my own fear.

I woke up at 6 in the morning only to realise that the nurse was already waiting for me with a wheelchair. She brought me to Ward 7 and asked me to change my cloth. Then, I waited and hoped it would end very soon.

The surgery began at three o’clock and fortunately, Rashad was there to send me off to the operation room. Honestly, I was very afraid. For once, everything looked very uncertain to me. People often said that it’s just a minor surgery, but my mind can’t avoid but to contemplate on so many things at one time.

Would I be able to regain my consciousness after the surgery? Would I be able to come back and see everyone else? My mind went wandering for a while and after that, I did not remember anything.

2 hours later, I woke up and felt so weak. I could not find my voice but the moment I saw the lights, I knew it was all over. My doctor came to me and the first thing I said to her was “How was the surgery doctor?” and she replied “Your surgery went successfully.”

At this point, I still could not believe that it actually happened to me. The experience was great; I think it is a little test that everyone has to go through in life. I would say it’s a significant event that has put so many things in perspective.

I thank God for blessing me with friends and companions who extend the greatest help without asking anything in return. The endless visits from MCKK’s friends, college’s friends and even a family really touched my heart. Thank you very much for being there when I was in desperate need of calmness and assurance that everything will be just fine. Thank you very much for your kindness, I can only express my appreciation in words.

Now I am back in business and preparing for the final race.

P/S:

“Hey Fendy, I just heard from Paan that you’re going through an operation tomorrow..thought it was just a normal fever..anyway, all the best..will doa for you that everything goes well =)”

“Okay love. Hugs and rmbr half the game is mental prep ;)”

“Hoi, kantoi bosan kat hospital boleh msg2 org lg haha. Take care, doa insya Allah operation will go smoothly. U want me to get anything pg esok?”

“No hal lah fendi..apa guna kawan2 kalau hal cmni pun xbleh tlong kan. Sure2..welcome. Nk p tnds n makn nti gtau nurse..jgn p sndri. Take care lah.”

“You rest and think of beautiful things. Can’t wait to see u recover. Stay cool”

“Haha. Ok ok. Jgn mkn chilli. Only peri peri sauce je yg allowed”