Today, August 20, 2008 is the day to be celebrated as my son, Harith Zulqarnain has turned 8. But today is also the day where i'm sitting alone here, at 2nd floor of the Assunta Hospital,amidst smiling nurses in white uniform, waiting for my husband, Abdul Sakam Bahari lying in the a room called DSU Lounge going through a test known as endoscopic. I was the one who has been dragging him to do this test as he has been having stomach pain for a week and it has just gotten worse. We went to a huge new hospital in Sungai Buloh but typically, they would just throw common medicines one or two, no specific description, its just typical government, need i say more?
Hmm.....why am i having this dejavu, sitting here, in the quietness of the corridor? Occasionally the silence will be disturbed by the voice of nurses chirping with their peers. What is he going through now, I'm so dying to find out. They are going to put him on high doses of sedative to put him to sleep so, they can insert a long tube via his throat right down to his stomach.
He's going to be fine, he's going to come out of the room, smiling his everyday smiles and we are heading home, in a car, with me being a chatterbox and he would just listen and soon we are going to watch funny movies, make fun of each other, hanging out at the balcony, laughing together and so much in love, again...
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