I started year 2012 in an old standard fashion: coming back home from Bojonegoro to my family in Tambun and celebrate New Year’s Eve with fireworks. It happens we have additional member of right now: grandchildren from my brother Avicenna: Sally and Meccalif. So it’s quite fun memorable experience, even though I lost sights of what am doing that night. But overall, it was fun compared of not doing anything.
For me, 2012 is definitely a YEAR TO REMEMBER. Yes, I have to capitalize that as there’s nothing I could think of that could lead me to my current condition. Not because of all fantastic memory lanes I had while trekking to Mount Merapi or my first encounter with Alun-alun Surya Kencana at Mount Gede or even 3 days-holiday with Dhira and Donny at bydorry – Ubud. They’re all fine memories I cherish for the rest of my life.
It was the sickness that I got on mid-year of 2012 that makes it a year to remember. I just got back from trekking to Mount Gede on 15 – 17 June 2012. Everything’s fine…I was in shape, very fit and has nothing to complain really. It was just another trekking days for me, business as usual J — Me, Ilham and Putri Rizqy reached alun-alun surya kencana first. I was at awe of the landscape as that was my first time ever seen it. So until the rest of the group all get together, we hold our camping ground.
For two days one night camping in Mount Gede, I feel no pain, only joyful memories of laughing, joking and taking lots of pictures with 12 friends, we even made our selves a “rujakan” coz the theme of this trekking is “Petualang 24 rujakan di Gede” – quite something eh? I was healthy as far as I remember, not the slightest pain ever occur. One thing I could complain about this trip is the taste of nasi uduk abang-abang yang di alun-alun, gaaawwdd it tasted horrible!!!
On a descending trip to Cibodas, I was all packed up and ready. I know Cibodas descending route is quite unfriendly with your foot because of its long distance compared to Gunung Putri route (when we ascend). So we start to descend from Puncak Gede around nine or ten-ish. Again, there’s no problem at all, I felt as healthy as a grizzly bear. We arrived at Pos 1 Cibodas (the last post) at around 15:00, taking a shower – a total clean up! – secara ya boo 2 hari di gunung gak mandi :p
So after the trip, I come home and resting for another day (18 June 2013 – rooster day off) before heading back to Bojonegoro. That day with my family we went to Bekasi to give our two cats routine vaccines. At night, I say good bye to my family as am heading back to Bojonegoro with that long greyish train named Sembrani. I was waiting in Gambir station, buying myself dinner and snack (Holland bakery always). No signs of abnormalcy, I was pure myself. Then I stepped in to the train as it departs on 21:00. It is always been a long journey for me to Bojonegoro…I slept, wake up, check time & belongings, slept again. And that was I did for the rest of the night until I arrived in Bojonegoro little station at 05:30 am.
As it was Tuesday, I dropped my belongings at my rented room first before going straight to the office. And then I started feeling dizziness, so I consulted with my fellow working colleague (who is also a doctor) dr. Redi. He recommends me to see office physician. Then I went to MOH office, which is located in front of PGA office. I told the physician everything, but he gave me only Asam Mefenamat as pain killer of dizziness. Also, he recommends Panadol. As I know we have limited resources on drugs in the field, so I take no exception of his recommendations and take the drugs. And that evening the dizziness was gone, thanks to Asam Mefenamat and Panadol.
The next morning, it happens all over again. Just a complete dizziness, nausea and am started to lose my appetite for the rest of the day. At night, I went to RSIA Aisyiyah Bojonegoro and obtain a treatment. They gave me like four types of drugs that are not helping at all. Trying to make myself happy by buying happy food (food that makes u happy or u feel better after eating it), it didn’t work„,I really lost it…my appetite.
On that Wednesday night, I woke up in the middle of the night with fever and felt excruciating pain in my head. So I got out the room to get some water. I drank from the glass while walking back towards my room but suddenly I feel so nausea that I finally throw out in the floor. I was vomiting twice that night, in front of my porch and in the bathroom. I was feeling so tired that straight go to bed, didn’t think to even clean up the mess I made.
On Thursday, I texted my boss tells him I’m sick and need a rest. He said okay and GWS. That time I know something serious is happening inside my body, something unusual. I know I need a better medical treatment so I already thought of going to the finest hospital in Surabaya on tomorrow morning (Friday). So that Thursday night, I rest and still vomiting, still got a fever and feeling very weak. I thought how am I going to the train station without someone’s help? So I bbm mbak Dyah to ask if there’s a car to drop me to train station. The message was delivered but not read…well I sent it like in 22:00. Probably she’s already asleep.
Friday morning, I went to the train station very early around 05:00. At first I was walking as there’s no angkot or becak. But luckily, I met a tukang becak near Jln. Diponegoro. So I hopped in and he drove me away to the train station. Cepu Express departs at 05:30 from Bojonegoro. It takes approximately 2,5 hours to reach Surabaya, so I toughen myself up to survive the dizziness and fever during commuting time.
By the time the train reached Pasar Turi, the dizziness takes its toll on me. I was like in constant pain that I wanted to arrive at the hospital so badly. The driving to hospital by taxi is madness, I didn’t know it will take that long, or maybe because I don’t know Surabaya. And that’s when I realized that I have left one of my bags in the train. Shoot!!!
I arrived at the Ramsay Healthcare Surabaya by 10:30-ish…straight to emergency unit. Gave them my insurance card and they take blood sample at that very moment. All I can remember is feeling very weak and a bit relieve that I finally arrive at a place for medical help. There’s not much I can remember what happen for the rest of the day, except am sleeping and wake up with headache, take the drugs and sleeping again until late that afternoon.
Later that afternoon I think I passed out and all I can hear is a strange voice repetitively (which happened to be a CT-Scan device). They scan my brain after a physician find me unconvincingly not sure of myself (He then call and told my family that I have lost consciousness/Penurunan kesadaran diri). My mom, at Tambun,(of course) panicking knowing her son was badly ill in Surabaya. So my mom, my oldest brother Samm and my youngest sister Diny flew to Surabaya on Sunday. I still passed out during the weekends; don’t know it was the drugs or whatever cause it am unsure. But one thing I know when I wake up one morning (don’t know if it’s Monday or Tuesday) I saw my mom’s face in front of me, smiling. Then she dropped the bomb on me in the most delicate way: Told me that I have tumor in my brain and the hospital’s neurosurgeon team will do surgery to my brain for early biopsy. At that time I was numb; don’t know how I feel, I never thought that I have brought tumor in my brain. Not the slightest idea ever occurred. So I “pasrah” aja.
To be continued….