Thursday, February 14, 2013

Love


It's 14 February.
 
When a friend was about to leave the office today, he greeted me, "Happy Valentine's". "To you too," I respond.
 
In the train, there are so many people holding a bouquet of flowers. A daddy, holding his small daughter's hand, with flowers on his other hand. It must be for the mommy, I think.
 
Reaching home, Farhan showed me a card that he made. He and his brother were at home today. Their teachers are on strike, if not they will make Valentine's cards for the parents too.
 
The teachers were on 'Stop work action', claiming for better pay, relatively lower than others' at other states. This was the third time they stopped work pending the negotiation, since last year. What would happen if our teachers did that, back home, I always think.
 
Back to Farhan's card - written 'LOVE' on it. He carefully cut a red paper for the letters. He sticked the letters LOVE on a blue paper with blue glitters on it.
 
'That's so beautiful', I said.
 
'To whom you  want to give that?'
 
'To my teacher', Farhan said.
 
'That is so kind of you.' He is amazing. And his teacher must be so amazing that her pupil likes her very much.
 
Thinking back home - the society looks hostile towards this celebration every time February comes. Facebook walls are filled with fierce reminder that it is not our culture, it is prohibited. It comes from the tradition of someone else's religion. Some pledge to eradicate it altogether.
 
But seeing their way on this day, for them, it means so much more. And it's simply love. Love to parents, teachers, friends and others.
 
But what makes us so hostile?
 

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

It's 11th year!

It has been 11 years we get together.
Thank you for all the care and love.
Happy anniversary. All the way with you.
May Allah bless us all the way.
 
Ya Allah, ampunkanlah dosa-dosa kami, rahmatilah keluarga kami, panjangkanlah umur kami sekeluarga dalam kebajikan dan kesihatan yang sempurna, limpahkanlah rezeki yang melimpah-ruah kepada kami sekeluarga, jadikanlah anak-anak dan zuriat keturunan kami, anak-anak yang soleh dan solehah. Rahmatilah kedua ibu bapa kami dan ahli-ahli keluarga kami. Amin.
 
 

For all those times you stood by me
For all the truth that you made me see
For all the joy you brought to my life
For all the wrong that you made right
For every dream you made come true
For all the love I found in you
I'll be forever thankful baby
You're the one who held me up
Never let me fall
You're the one who saw me through it all

You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn't speak
You were my eyes when I couldn't see
You saw the best there was in me
Lifted me up when I couldn't reach
You gave me faith 'coz you believed
I'm everything I am
Because you loved me

You gave me wings and made me fly
You touched my hand I could touch the sky
I lost my faith, you gave it back to me
You said no star was out of reach
You stood by me and I stood tall
I had your love I had it all
I'm grateful for each day you gave me
Maybe I don't know that much
But I know this much is true
I was blessed because I was loved by you

Y
ou were always there for me
The tender wind that carried me
A light in the dark shining your love into my life
You've been my inspiration
Through the lies you were the truth
My world is a better place because of you
I'm everything I am
Because you loved me.

Because you love me, Celine Dion

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Farhan's theory on how baby comes to life


Recently at the hospital, when Farhan was having an ultrasound done, he told the radiologist, 'it looks like that I am pregnant'. When asked what baby inside there, he said it might be twins ;-)

And recently he came up with two theories on how baby comes to life.
1. egg - hatches a tadpole - tadpole transform into baby.
2. egg1 + egg2 + egg3 all hatch tadpoles - combine into a baby.

How to explain?

Monday, January 21, 2013

Farhan and tummy pain

Consider this as a rant of traumatic parents who had just found out that their worst nightmare was a reality after days in limbo. By writing this I do not intend to offend anyone involved. This is certainly a space where I believe emotion is justifiable. Stuck in hospital like this, thousands of ‘what if’ questions hover in my mind. With the timeframe for our work coming to the end, the pressure is definitely compounding. This could also be a lesson for us, as well as anyone going through the same situation. Whatever it is, for me in writing this is to find a means to heal the trauma that still lingers in my mind.
 
When Farhan started his tummy pain on Tuesday last two week, we moved from a GP to another GP, from a hospital to another hospital trying to find a definite answer. Throughout 6 days we met 4 GPs, and countless number of doctors and a few surgeons in the first hospital at Epping that we went (I referred to here as 'the first hospital'). But what we had for more than a week was mere possibilities. (We must have cross expectation about certainties and possibilities in this medical world). And we dealt with the possibilities on the horrifying pain that he had for more than 72 hours before we know for certain that it is late - his appendix has popped out and released its content infecting his lower tummy; knowing for certain that his complaint is real pain, his pain is severe.
 
GP and the first opinion on appendicitis
On Wednesday night, 9 January 2013, we brought Farhan to see a second GP, after his tummy pain did not recede. Earlier in the morning, we met a GP at Broadmeadow who believed that he was having ordinary tummy upset. The second GP in Roxborough Park believed that he had all the symptoms for appendicitis after a urine test is done and his condition checked. She gave us two options, either give him a painkiller to see if he is ok and wait until a few hours if his tummy got better; or proceed to a hospital. For her the second option is better as he had had pain for more than 24 hours.
 
The stay at the first hospital: ‘no, it is not possible’
We took the second option and arrived at the first hospital, about 10 km away from the Roxborough Park clinic, at about 11 pm. We waited a few hours before he was checked. A doctor who examined him felt that it was not possible for him to have appendicitis, looking from his ‘look’ and ‘level of pain’. There was no fever, and his lips were red. She told us that we would have to wait for about two hours if we wanted tests to be done. She may had concern for Ainaa and Ammar who were there waiting in the wee hours. But I asserted that we would wait for the tests to be done. After all, we had been there and we had waited for hours. Farhan was in pain, in his tummy - it was impossible for us to go home without knowing what the problem was. Later he had his blood and urine tests done and we waited in the waiting area in the emergency department. A few hours later, the doctor came again telling us that his blood tests revealed a ‘big’ amount of inflammation, blood in his urine; and Farhan certainly would have to stay there.
 
After a while a surgeon came checking on him, and also made the same ‘ruling’ as the earlier doctor did before the blood test done. He did ‘not seem to suffer from appendicitis’.
 
Because he had sign of dehydration, he was admitted, and was treated for gastroenteritis for three days before he was discharged on Saturday. Throughout the stay in the ward until the day he was discharged, he continued to have pain in his tummy but coming and going. But he said the pain was lesser. Only once so far that I was aware he had a mild fever. I think, the panadol given every four hours might help to reduce the pain.
 
Increased level of inflammation; but ‘cannot be’
On the second day, he was able to take his own food and later had good appetite. On Friday, the third day of stay, a Doctor had him done a blood test. The test revealed ‘increasing level of inflammation’, as she told me, (that later I knew as white blood cell count). A nurse personally told me that there must be something else other than gastro in his tummy with that pain and level of inflammation. The doctor told me that she believed that Farhan should be checked again by a surgeon and she went to consult him/her. Later she came again only to tell me that the surgeon dismissed any possibility of appendicitis. The increased inflammation, she told me, as the surgeon said, might be caused by something else. It is normal for boys of the age to have bruises, may be because of childish fighting, she tried to assure me, I believed. If he had appendicitis, she said, the painkiller won’t have worked.
 
The day of discharge; non-stop pain but ‘he is on the mend’
The next day, Saturday, when he was discharged, Farhan complained that his tummy pain was continuing. It did not stop as before. But he said the level of pain felt lesser than before. I told this to a nurse who later, gave him panadol to relieve. I later overheard, that the nurse made a call reporting about the pain. But when a Doctor came, Farhan said that at the time his pain was ‘only a little bit’ – I believe, because he had just had his panadol. I told the doctor about the continuing pain that he had since morning. But the doctor told me that ‘I think he is in the mend’. It might be gastro rather than appendicitis.
 
We brought him home after lunch with great relief that Farhan was not suffering from appendicitis. His pain still continued although he could eat on his own. He just lied down on his back the whole weekend. A friend doctor, who asked about him, suggested that we brought him to have an ultrasound done on Tuesday. (His clinic only has ultrasound done on Tuesday and Wednesday).
 
Worsening pain
But on Sunday night his pain worsened. He frequently went to toilet with diarrhoea, his poo were more watery and looked like mixed with mucus. He told us that it was so painful to sit in the toilet and his urine was hot. I poured water on his private part when he relieved himself hoping that it might help.
 
Second GP: it is appendicitis
Early in Monday morning, daddy brought him to a clinic at Fawkner hoping to have ultrasound done.  I felt that the pain looked like he had some injuries in his tummy. It would not be possible for us to wait until Tuesday before we could go to the friend’s clinic. But the GP told daddy that his condition was urgent and must be brought to a hospital. He asked whether we want to go to another hospital. But daddy felt that it would be difficult for the process to start all over again, and felt that the fisrt hospital might be able to take action based on the record that they have before.
 
The first hospital again – ‘no it’s not possible!’
Off daddy and Farhan went to the first hospital again. By the time they reached the hospital, Farhan had high fever of 39.6 degree Celsius. He was given panadol upon arrival to help with the fever.
 
But the doctor, who checked Farhan after more than four hours of waiting in the emergency department, did not share the same urgency as the GP in Fawkner. He insisted that such a pain was normal for gastro, and assured daddy that it will recede. Some people suffering of gastro, he said, could have ’tummy cramp’ for up to 14 days. When daddy asked whether ultrasound could be done to see what the problem, the Doctor told daddy that, ‘we don’t do that at the moment’. Panadol he said will help relieve the pain. No further investigation was done.
 
Gruesome pain
Daddy brought Farhan home again only for him, and us, to be tortured with his excruciating and horrifying pain throughout the night. He woke up almost every hour because of the pain asking me to rub his tummy. His diarrhoea was now yellowish fluid with more burning urine. He soiled his pants several times and the bed sheet. We had to carry him to the toilet every time.
 
The third GP: ‘it is so bad!’
The next morning, on Tuesday, daddy brought him to a GP, who is also a friend, requesting to do an ultrasound. To our horror, the physician told that there are 'a lot of inflammations and swellings inside his stomach. He could not ascertain about the appendix, but believed that appendicitis might be the factor for the swelling. The GP advised us to go to Royal Children Hospital with reference letter suggesting appendicitis.
 
The Royal Hospital: ‘Yes it is, but ..’
When we arrived at emergency department at the Royal Children Hospital, upon examining him, the doctor was almost sure that it was appendicitis. She requested a surgeon to check him. We were aghast when the surgeon told us that he believed that the appendix had burst, and the diarrhoea was the result of it. After all that we had gone through, after all of the clinic and hospital visits that we had, it was shocking to know that the pain that he had for more than 72 hours was awfully unbearable. This was confirmed by an ultrasound done later.
 
He is now being treated with antibiotic to heal the infection. A surgery to remove his appendix will be done after he recovered from the infection to avoid major operation.
 
Regret
As parents, and after all that we had gone through, we were really angry and regret.
 
What we regret most is that we were in a hospital where Farhan was admitted for care four days and three nights but it was like we had not done enough to make a life threatening decision. He was referred by a GP with possibility of appendicitis with history of tummy pain for more than 24 hours. But appendicitis was ruled out without further investigation.
 
Second, despite increasing level of his white blood cells, found out the day before he was discharged, the hospital asked him to go home.
 
Third, despite my complaint in the morning of the day of his discharge, that he had continuous pain which before was coming and going, the doctor said he was io the way to recovery.
 
Fourth, despite he came again to the hospital with high fever, he was asked to go home and to come again the next day for appointment after 4 hours of waiting.
 
Fifth, despite his dad asking for an ultrasound to be done on his tummy when he had high fever with tummy pain, they thought that it was normal for gastro.
 
Sixth, all of the doctors in the hospital told me that he had all the symptoms of appendicitis. His blood tests warrant something. The blood in his kidney is the concern. But, as the doctors said, as he ‘did not appear’ as a person suffering from appendicitis - he was able to eat on his own, his vomiting stopped - they dismissed further investigation. Are, in the medical world, appearance and impression overrule the scientific findings?
 
(Looking back, I was made to understand that the way of making investigation in the medical world began with a close-ended question - the strange form of question asked by the GP: “??? appendicitis.”  Once you suspect the answer is no, no further question was asked for investigation. Instead dealing was made with a mere possibility.)
 
Seventh, we had come to see 2 GPs at different times with terrifying unanimous suggestion that it is appendicitis. The GPs told us that he must urgently be brought to a hospital. But in the two different occasions, he was denied further investigation.
 
Until now, I still have difficulty to sleep thinking about what Farhan had to go through. I am still shaking thinking about the pain that he had to endure on those nights. I kept asking myself, what if this and that, what had I failed to do, what had I done.
 
I understand that, as many have said and I read, diagnosis of appendicitis is normally difficult especially for children. I also met a four-year-old boy here who was misdiagnosed for chicken pox. I also understand that the job of this profession is not easy, busy and stressful. But what I regret is about the ruling which was made, that I feel, without sufficient resources.
 
I know that this - I mean, writing like this: as if finding fault; putting blame; asking reason that might be too complex to entangle - is not our way of doing things. Things happen, happen with Allah's will. But for me, in a way, it is a culture of justification, assurance to our own selves - the way we justify how things in life just happen.
 
But beyond that I hope no parents or anyone would go through the same experience.
 
We thank Allah for saving Farhan. To Ammar and Ainaa, for nights without one of us, the GPs, friends who are concerned, especially Faridah, Azman and family who helped us a lot, Dr Rahman and to all doctors and staff, both in the first hospital and Royal Hospital, may Allah bless you all.
 
16 January 2013
Royal Children Hospital, Melbourne

Thursday, December 6, 2012

The milk

It's almost 11 pm. I am in my study room.

Just a few minutes ago, Farhan, yet asleep, said, 'I am hungry but I'm sleepy'. Everyone else is already in bed. The Dad who is in charge tonite to look after the kids must be in hybernate mode too.

'You can have warm milk', I suggested, continuing my work. 'Just take some and warm it up in the microwave'.

A few minutes later, I realised he'd already fallen asleep under his blanket - in his room, next to my study room. He must be lazy, ... or scared(?) to take the milk on his own.

Suddenly like feeling regret, should I have taken the milk for him?

Oh anakku.

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Trip to Wellington

It has been a while since last post, when I said everything was excellent and the kids were fine facing the the early winter.
 
But then we were made to realise that winter is too hard for us - the people bornt closer to the equator. We thought that the third year must be easier. But regardless of whether winter was the main culprit, after few weeks, each of us,  one by one, was down with flu, together with high fever, cough and cold.  It begun a week before our one-week trip to Wellington for a conference. Starting with Ainaa, Mr daddy and then Ammar. Ainaa's chest was very bad with almost non-stop coughing that we were advised to administer 4x puff of the ventolin. All the week preparing for the travel was difficult. We were not really ready and left many important things.  
 
I started feeling sore throat in the morning before the flight. Poor Ammar was coughing all the way in the flight. I was also sorry for the passenger next to him who looked really uncomfortable.
 
We arrived in Wellington at around 10 pm. Everything took more than 2 hours. Sadly our cooked chicken sambal was thrown away by the quarantine. Luckily we still got rice for the dinner. Car rental process was long too.   And in the midnight, our phone that we arranged for roaming was unable to contact the house owner that we rent. We tried to find a public phone, but all used card. Luckily the staff at the car rental service allowed us to use their phone. The car that we rent had no hand brake, the kind that we were not familiar with. It took a while to learn and confimred with the staff.

But exposed to 7 degree cold outside for a few hours, I suspect, worsen our health. Farhan caught the flu too. Mine was getting worse that I almost canceled my attendance to the conference. It was so bad that my cough prolonged for almost 5 weeks. But since we were there and considering the cost incurred and considerable time allocated for the preparation of the paper and poster, I managed to attend the one-day postgraduate workshop and made presentation along with my coughing. It was a postgraduate workshop held by the Australian and New Zealand Society of International Law. Another is their annual conference that I attended some sessions relevant to my study only.

Because of our health, we spent most of the time indoor. That must be the most expensive journey for the time wasted there that otherwise could explore the region. But at home, watching Maori tv was fun too. We learnt some Maori language. I like the channel, but find the language is difficult to remember.

It is amazing actually seeing the position of the indigenous group in Wellington. Unlike Australia, when we arrived in Wellington, we could see that this is the country of Maori too. I think they are regaining their  golden age. Talking about the legal treatment of the indigenous minority, Steven, a student there said, the position of Maori in the country made them proud. It is regretful that I could not go around to see their life closer.
 
However, although unable to go to the places that we plan to visit, we managed to visit a few: The lively Te Papa (the museum), the stunning Te Whanganui a Tara (Wellington Harbour), and the amazing heritage buildings around the Victoria Law School of Wellington like the Bee Hive (Parliament) and courts buildings. For us, the Victoria Law School is excellently located as a law school. Around it is the Parliament, the supreme court and the court of appeal. The law students must have very good exposition on the working of the law in action. Mr daddy also brought the boys around taking ride in the cable car.
 
Wellington is a small city in mountainous area facing the sea. A low profile city, I think, but very beautiful. The waterfront is the background of the city. They preserve their heritage and natural environment very well. This is what made the city beautiful. There is no too big or too high building that if not make a city a brick jungle. The public transport is excellent, but quite expensive compared to Melbourne. The parking service is really expensive. The raw food I think is cheaper in Melbourne.

Halal meat and restaurant are easy to find. We found many restaurant serving halal food and a few restaurant serving Malaysian cuisine. We tried Biryani rice and teh tarik at an Indian Restaurant. The rice was so good that we feel we have to be here again if we were in the city again. We also visited Wellington mosque.
Hope we can visit this beautiful country again.

 
The Bee Hive, Te Whanganui a Tara and Victoria Law School located in the historic old government building.
 

 
 The cable car, replica of Treaty of Waitangi in the Te Papa, a historic building in the city locating a shopping centre, Victoria Law School of Wellington and the main entrance to Te Papa.
 

Friday, June 22, 2012

When to complete?

I received an email from an activist of the cause that I am writing at present. We met during my fieldwork in Malaysia last year. He said,

"How are you keeping? I trust everything is well with you. How is your thesis coming along, already completed or still writing it. I'm eagerly waiting to read it."

This can be a pressure indeed. Seen from another angle, it is certainly a positive push factor. I really hope I can finish the first draft by end of this year. Nearing July already, the pressure is surely building up.