Wednesday, April 11, 2007

at home doing practically nothing ... cannot move cannot go out... all because of this surgery that I underwent last Thursday. Let's just say it's an investment for our future...a risk we are willing to storm through as a couple. It might be a simple procedure but one thing struck me...LOVE! I know it might be mushy and oh yucks...but hell it’s me...

LOVE 1
My hubby who was supposed to go for an head-hunting interview cancelled his appointment to be with me. He missed the chance but he says everything is all worth it because of me. He sent me to the hospital and I saw the reluctance in his eyes to leave even though the nurses told him I'll only be discharged at night. To tell the truth, I was actually terrified...it's my first time in a medical institution as a patient and not forgetting the looming surgery... I cried when my hubby left after much persuasion from the nurses and me. I laid in bed thinking whether I'll wake up from all this and whether it will all be worth it. Dr Cheng and Dr Phua were nonetheless very reassuring and told me there is nothing to be worried about...I remember getting hooked up and inserted with tubes of different kinds ... I remember the last moments of comfort and Il Divo (don’t ask me) before I went into total deep sleep...I remember the first question I asked when I came through... I remember seeing my hubby, scrambling to me when the nurses pushed me into the ward. He held my hands and asked whether I am ok...he kissed me on my cheek and said I love you no matter what happens... I teared and told him ...whatever it takes...no matter how many downfalls we'll encounter...I will brave through all because of him. These few days, he became my sinseh, my bomoh and also my personal doctor. Without fail, he changes my dressing and calls me every few hours to check on me. He became my walking stick when I titter-tatter and not forgetting to remind me now and then that everything will fall smoothly for us. How could I not love him so much? He completes me...(just like Jerry Mcguire)

LOVE 2
My family. I’m making my Oscar acceptance speech here... I would like to thank Mummy, Papa, my sis-Murni and not forgetting Thaqeef for picking me home after the whole saga. I told them it wasn’t unnecessary coz Najib will be there, but being the caring family that I am blessed with...they came ...Murni even bought gerberas for me...how sweet...as for Thaqeef...he looks bewildered looking at Kaka who is in pain and moves like a sloth...I can’t get close to him coz we both love to wrestle each other and he loves falling on my stomach! Anyway, he loves coming to my home ... he loves the threadmill and thinks he needs the work out...hahaha...Friday...my sis and Thaqeef kept me company while Najib went for prayers bearing with them a big container of porridge made with love by Mummy...told her it will last me for days...my in laws came too bringing bihun...yum yum but being in this condition, I can’t even look at it much less savour it. Papa even sacrificed his dinner time to send my daily meals right up to my doorstep... Mummy calls me daily well it’s her routine....everyday at least once but this time round...it’s a few times a day to ask whether I am still in pain...I am oklah Mummy... don’t worry...

How could I not be touched by this pouring of love... only in times of pain and desperation, do we realise how much love we need and how much love we can garner from our loved ones.