It’s been a while since I update this site. It began on the night of the engagement, my beloved grandfather fell sick. It was on the night before we went to Penang. It was hard for me to go, but trusted that he will be in good hand.
His condition was up and down after that. My mind was at it fullest, thinking about the wedding, about him, about my future with my company. On the 31st of March when I was in the lift with Zul on our way to Surau (it was 4.30 at that time), my dad called me, expecting the worst, I rushed back home, after I’ve obtained permission from Nicole.
When I arrived at my grandpa’s house, his eyes told me everything. During 11th February till date, there were at least 2 calls asking us to come as his condition were worst, but Alhamdulillah, it turned out to be okay. But this time, it was different, and everyone knew that. His eyes were staring up to the sky, without blinking, you could put your face right in front of him for him to see, but he wouldn’t, he couldn’t. They said it was at this time that the Angel would put up a kind of slideshow for the people in this kind of condition, showing all of his deeds, whether good or bad.
We slept at his house that night, the last people to leave the house was at 2 A.M. Saturday one of us called his private doctor for the insertion of tube. It was the easiest process, the doctor later told me, and should be no problem at all. We still received a lot of people during the morning; even my grandma from Johor arrived.
At 3 o’clock, I picked-up the doctor at his clinic. He was scheduled to come at 10, but he didn’t. It was weird at first. When I arrived, the doctor has just finished his afternoon prayer, and we talked a lot during our journey back to my grandpa’s house.
Weird, was the first word the doctor said to me. The number of patients today was outstanding, he said, it’s a rare case especially at his clinic. Moreover, he continued, none of his staff, including him, brought a car to the clinic today. He explained that he was planning to come in the morning, but his son need the car urgently, and his staffs (about 4 of them), about 2 of them who usually brought their own car, have problems on their own, he said.
Then he told me about the process that he was going to perform on my grandpa. It’s simple, he said, and to make it simpler, one of my aunts were a nurse herself. They will search my grandpa’s veins, insert the tube and voila! Done!
He even told me some stories about his previous on call patient. There were two that he had told me, one was a cancer patient. On the day of his death, the doctor has brought the same set of bags that contained all of his equipment for the tube processed (he has performed a lot to this cancer patient before, without any problem) when suddenly the tube itself were not in the bag! It doesn’t make sense, he said, he always double-check his equipment.
Sensing something was wrong, he went back to his clinic, and yes, the inevitable happened, the patient passed away. The other case was with a leukemia patient (if I’m not mistaken), and this time, the water in the container just wouldn’t drop, it was another sign, he said, and asked all of the patients’ family to gather. The patient passed away that same night.
We arrived almost 3.30 at the house. The place has been prepared; my grandpa has been lifted to the bed. His eyes were still the same. We even prepared a rope to hold the container in place. Then it happened.
The needles could not penetrate my grandpa’s skin! Even if it did, his vein seems to avoid the needle everytime it managed to go through. Please remember we have a doctor and a nurse with more than 20 years experience doing the same thing and this was not the first time my grandpa been inserted tube. The doctor even try to insert by his legs, but it still failed.
We knew the time has come. The doctor give-up after an hour trying, he advise us the obvious, to call all the family members together (they were still around KL). I send the doctor back to the clinic, and both of us knew it was time. When I arrived back, the house were full, about ten minutes later, directly after Asar azan, he passed away.
His condition was up and down after that. My mind was at it fullest, thinking about the wedding, about him, about my future with my company. On the 31st of March when I was in the lift with Zul on our way to Surau (it was 4.30 at that time), my dad called me, expecting the worst, I rushed back home, after I’ve obtained permission from Nicole.
When I arrived at my grandpa’s house, his eyes told me everything. During 11th February till date, there were at least 2 calls asking us to come as his condition were worst, but Alhamdulillah, it turned out to be okay. But this time, it was different, and everyone knew that. His eyes were staring up to the sky, without blinking, you could put your face right in front of him for him to see, but he wouldn’t, he couldn’t. They said it was at this time that the Angel would put up a kind of slideshow for the people in this kind of condition, showing all of his deeds, whether good or bad.
We slept at his house that night, the last people to leave the house was at 2 A.M. Saturday one of us called his private doctor for the insertion of tube. It was the easiest process, the doctor later told me, and should be no problem at all. We still received a lot of people during the morning; even my grandma from Johor arrived.
At 3 o’clock, I picked-up the doctor at his clinic. He was scheduled to come at 10, but he didn’t. It was weird at first. When I arrived, the doctor has just finished his afternoon prayer, and we talked a lot during our journey back to my grandpa’s house.
Weird, was the first word the doctor said to me. The number of patients today was outstanding, he said, it’s a rare case especially at his clinic. Moreover, he continued, none of his staff, including him, brought a car to the clinic today. He explained that he was planning to come in the morning, but his son need the car urgently, and his staffs (about 4 of them), about 2 of them who usually brought their own car, have problems on their own, he said.
Then he told me about the process that he was going to perform on my grandpa. It’s simple, he said, and to make it simpler, one of my aunts were a nurse herself. They will search my grandpa’s veins, insert the tube and voila! Done!
He even told me some stories about his previous on call patient. There were two that he had told me, one was a cancer patient. On the day of his death, the doctor has brought the same set of bags that contained all of his equipment for the tube processed (he has performed a lot to this cancer patient before, without any problem) when suddenly the tube itself were not in the bag! It doesn’t make sense, he said, he always double-check his equipment.
Sensing something was wrong, he went back to his clinic, and yes, the inevitable happened, the patient passed away. The other case was with a leukemia patient (if I’m not mistaken), and this time, the water in the container just wouldn’t drop, it was another sign, he said, and asked all of the patients’ family to gather. The patient passed away that same night.
We arrived almost 3.30 at the house. The place has been prepared; my grandpa has been lifted to the bed. His eyes were still the same. We even prepared a rope to hold the container in place. Then it happened.
The needles could not penetrate my grandpa’s skin! Even if it did, his vein seems to avoid the needle everytime it managed to go through. Please remember we have a doctor and a nurse with more than 20 years experience doing the same thing and this was not the first time my grandpa been inserted tube. The doctor even try to insert by his legs, but it still failed.
We knew the time has come. The doctor give-up after an hour trying, he advise us the obvious, to call all the family members together (they were still around KL). I send the doctor back to the clinic, and both of us knew it was time. When I arrived back, the house were full, about ten minutes later, directly after Asar azan, he passed away.
