Unforgattable Childhood Memory

Unforgettable Childhood Memory


When I was little, when I was in grade 2, I had a fairly serious illness, namely Atricular Septal Defect (ASD) or commonly called "Heart Leaking". Leaking heart is a congenital or congenital disorder that is a problem in the structure of the heart that has existed since birth that will change the normal flow of blood through the heart. But my ASD person was discovered when I was 7 years old. Indeed at that time I did not feel pain, but I often nosebleed, easily tired and looked pale.



At first I just had a cough that didn't heal, then my mother took me to a doctor at PKU Kotagede Hospital in Yogyakarta. The doctor said in my heart that there was an unusual noise. after that the doctor there asked me to move to PKU Ahmad Dahlan Hospital in Yogyakarta for further examination. While at the hospital the two doctors said that I had ASD. After that I was referred to the Sardjito Hospital in Yogyakarta for surgery. I really remember the first time I was hospitalized there on Monday. 

At Sardjito a playground is provided for child patients. I often come there, sometimes just to read a book or borrow a doll for me to take to my dorm room. Even when I have put in the infusion, I still go there often myself. I bring my own IV. Until when the doctor wants to check me into the room, the doctor has to look for me first because I like to leave the room. Because indeed at that time my mother had just given birth to my little brother, so she could not accompany me at the hospital, while my father went to work in the morning, he came to accompany me only at night. But my sister and aunt often come in the morning or evening. 

Until the day the surgery arrived my mom arrived, she said I just wanted to be examined, my mom told me to always Do’a. When I started to enter the room I saw my mom crying and after that I finished reading Al-Fatihah I immediately fell asleep. When I woke up I saw Mom was beside me and crying. After the surgery I was very thirsty but the doctor only allowed me to drink 2-3 drops of water. 

At that time I was next to someone who every time read Al-Qur’an, it turned out he was reading his family in coma. And the day after that person dies. And after that I realized that I was getting a trial that was lighter than other people, I was grateful that I was still given life, and still could see the smiles of mommy and daddy. I am very happy.




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