Alhamdulillah.. I've decided to share my life journey, hoping to Inspire or help someone out there to lift up their spirit by reading my entry. Insya'Allah..
This will be my first Entry. Hope you enjoy reading this. :)
Mainly, what inspired me to write, is all thanks to my Customers, Clients, or whatever u want to call it.
Questions after questions they asked, out of curiosity wanting to know How, Why, When, Who and What??
Basically, let me brief you a bit about myself:-
I was born in the year of 1985 month of September on the 7th.
I have an online Business on Facebook called Mellifluous Honey.
Do check it out if you wish to purchase anything. :)
I am also a full time Caregiver to my lovely Dad.
I have a total of 6 family members living together in one roof.
So, let's start with the story....
In Year 2010, if I'm not wrong ok. Dad was diagnose with 2nd Time stroke attack. When I said, 2nd Time, means, YES, there was a first time. The first time he was partially stroke on the left side. But after 2 weeks plus of hospitalization and looking at his progress, he was transferred to Thye Hua Kwan hospital Under NUH for about 6 MONTHS! Why? For his therapy and exercise for him to recover his learning capabilities; from getting up, walking, toilet training, using his hands and also for me and my mom, as a caregiver to learn how to take care of him at home.
Alhamdulillah, after 6 months of 'camping' there, he was finally discharge.
I still remember the 2weeks of confinement at NUH, thru and fro there, every time if there were to be his therapy time, if i'm late, mom would call me to come FASTER! Because basically, my super cute dad was very lazy to exercise! Should i say he lost hope? or maybe he can't be bother? nah! he was lazy, joking around and Playing around despite his face showing the symptom of a stroke patient, you know, the half contracted face, or 'Senget'. The memories is still fresh at the back of my mind. He would actually scold my mom if she pushes him out of Love for him to exercise to make him recover faster. He says, it's painful ok! Oh, you must be wondering why I am needed for right? Because I am so called the 'Heroine' in this story. I always threaten him to stay in the hospital longer if he is not going to show improvement to be discharge sooner. Of course, I'm the super fierce Daughter. hahaha.. He hated that we leave him in the hospital, while we have our super comfy bed at home. But if you must Know, we would be in the hospital early in the morning, and would be the last visitor to leave ok. Because he gets angry if we are LATE, and always gives the super super sad face whenever my mom wants to go home. He said, 'Don't leave me'. Gosh, sad isn't it? yeah, and that's why we always leave late. We had to wait till he fell asleep. Hhmm...
I would say, it was tiring, be it thru and fro to NUH or even to THK(Thye Hua Kwan). Pity my mom the most.
Thru that period of 6months, ALOT of things happened. Balancing thru life, Me not working as i have to assist my mom thru and fro to hospital. I complained, Whine, argued and emotionally drained. Well, what did u expect? I was just 24? an inexperience young adult. But this Was just the Beginning..........
So, 6months Therapy at Thye Hua Kwan, and coming out from there, i felt like a Senior staff nurse. Only i don't have the certificate. Hehehe.. Because basically I LEARN everything.. after a few months of holiday, and He went back to work.
He was working as a house mover. My dad wasn't any ordinary mover. He was a VIP! Very Important Packer! Yes, if the company has any special or VIP customers, dad will be called to handle the workload. One of them, was our former President, Mr. SR Nathan. Ain't kiddin' u! Because he is super experience, strong, wise worker and has work nearly 30years with the company..! That's Long ok! So, coming back to work also has a sad story. Oh my.. every time i recall about it, it wreck my heart ok. Well, he wasn't appointed straight to do heavy job. A simple job requires him to peel off Tapes from used boxes.. LOL! he always said, 'Kena Kopek Kudis!'.. Sounds disgustings right? haiyo.. that's what he always told us.. well, it is because his left arm wasn't functioning well and wasn't coordinating with him well.. so, lighter jobs was given. We was kinda worried letting him go to work with his unstable standing or easily tired body. You know lah, nowadays, in the MRT many ignorance people who refused to give up seats to the needy ones. He had to rely on his right arm to control and stabilize his balance.
We love him so much, that we really took care of his diets. But of course, when he is out to work, we wouldn't know what he had for his lunch right? Until one day, he told me of a story of his Nasi Beriani. He had his lunch at Tanjong Pagar Railway(before it was closed down), he crave for Nasi Beriani. After ordering, without buying drinks together, Because his left arms, can't handle anything heavier, he sat down enjoying his Food. Upon hearing this, I was getting tense. Because Beriyani is high in cholestrol and it's Lamb some more! I was angry. But my anger vanished when i heard him telling me with his slurr speech.... "Baba baru makan sikit, baba bangun nak beli air. Baba datang balik nak makan, Makanan da takde".. OMG! i wanted to cry upon hearing those words. His condition at that time, was fragile, like a baby. even his speech was like a baby. Slurr and cute. He wanted to eat so much, and i guess ALLAH knows, that it wouldn't be good for his health. and i Guess cleaner must have mistaken that he didn't want anymore his food and cleaned it away.If only his arm were able to handle both food and drink, he wouldn't be 'Kempunan'. I told him, it wasn't meant for you. it's ok dad..I know he must be sad. He didn't buy any other food and just finish his drink and walk off... Whenever i remember about this story, it sadden me.. Just...
I guess, that's all for now. Insya 'Allah, i will continue again.. :)
Help me to spread around with words of mouth if u think my story touches ur heart or you think will help to inspire others to go thru their journey of Life..
Thank You.
Nur Syadira.
