tribute to my one taff cookie...my MAMA (part I)

On Thursday 20th November 2014...my mum had undergone a surgery at

the back of her ear due to a 1.2cm tumor in her ear. The tumor had cost my

mama her hearing on the right ear and that distorts her face . I'm writing it so 

that more people are aware of the condition..

Well ain't it better that the self-wallowing post before aight ? hehe

What is ACOUSTIC NEUROMA?

Well from the PubMed Health 

link: http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmedhealth/PMH0001782/#adam_000778.disease.causes

An acoustic neuroma is a slow-growing tumor of the nerve that connects the ear to the brain. 

This nerve is called the vestibular cochlear nerve. It is behind the ear right 

under the brain.

An acoustic neuroma is not cancerous (benign). This means that it does not 

spread to other parts of the body. 

However, it can damage several important nerves as it grows....

18 ~19th November:

So on 18th of November my mum is admitted...it's prior 2 days before the 

surgery, because Prof Asmaa 's team (the ENT specialist) would like to monitor 

my mum's health before the operation....(screening process)..

They would check for her asthma problem...and my mum has high blood 

and cholesterol issue... 

Me and dad we stayed at a homestay near HUKM...it's a RM250 per night 

room...quite expensive but since my grandparents also decided to came better 

have a spacious room we thought..

It's around 15~ 20 mins walk to the hospital...during these two days me and 

dad would walk to mom..

We would arrive around 9.00 am after breakfast...and we would stay untill 

around 7.00 pm...

HUKM didn't let any relatives to stay for the night since my 

mum is still able to walk around and chatting with other tenants huhu..

my mom friendly as always..

            

walking every morning with my dad..

20th November:

It's D'Day...my mum was cheerful as always...but we know that deep down 

inside she's nervous...

I mean who the heck doesn't? If It was me I would be screaming up and down...

(maybe not so much...but literally)..

She was chatting casually with dad..

...and then she just kept her silence...

and staring at a space in front of her..

at first I tried to calm myself by goofing off with her...

....and no reaction..

i was panic..but i kept my silence...kept my smile....eventhough it felt 

hard...and plastic...remembering it was too hard...seeing her like that..

later i was told she was sedated...she didn't remember much..

but i did...

it was hard to put on a brave face....

let alone putting it in front of dad..

waiting for the operation theater

me goofing around trying to 'help' ease the tension..

but i know i was only helping myself..

at that time.....

Mum was given her asthma medicine

Mum on stroller..on the way to the OT 

when the stroller came my face was rigid.. i kept 'telling' myself it's gonna be 

okay...everything's gonna be fine..

i can't even face my dad

my mind was blank..

when inside the OT, i just couldn't stand it..

i stood quite far...and started to sob..

seeing my mum on the stroller, waiting for to go inside the OT..

such feeling is so indescribable..

and dad was hugging and cooing me..i didnt quite catch the words all i noe i 

was sobbing into his shirt...

and so...the waiting begins....

the OT floor 1...

waiting...

i've never been such a good daughter to my family

but mama im here waiting for you...