For My Brother and Mother
Tested with pain
That day I felt bad.
But maybe just exhausted I thought...
The more days it feels like my body is getting worse.
"Mas, my body feels pain on the left, yes, it's on the upper shoulder. Why....?", I said to my husband.
"Better we check, it's better" my husband said.
"Alright" I said, nodding.
The next day, I came to the clinic with Satria and Azam.
I didn't have any bad feelings at the time.
We sat in the waiting room, waiting for our turn.
"Mother Kinara...??", call a nurse from the registration desk.
"Yes I'm opening it" I cried, standing over to the nurse.
"Let's go ahead, the doctor is waiting inside" he said, inviting me into the examination room.
While Satria was looking after Azam while I was in the doctor's office.
"His mother, is there anything I can help.?"." said the doctor greeting me while writing the data he received from the nurse at the registration desk.
"Dock, I want to check, my body is a bit sore in the arm these few days.
And my body feels like it's all sick, why Doc..?" I try to explain my complaint.
"I'd better check first buk, let's lie down first" said the doctor.
The doctor examined me carefully.
"Well, I can feel it...?" said the doctor, pressing the left side of my arm.
"It feels a little harsh doc" I replied.
"I give you an injection first" said the doctor.
"She dok", resigned to what the doctor will do.
"Let's go to my desk again, I'll explain" the doctor said, worrying me while throwing the needle in the trash.
"This buk, which feels hard and feels like it moves when held earlier is called a tumor" he said.
"Dock tumor", I was surprised to hear the doctor's words.
My breath seemed to be short for a moment.
What will be the fate of Azam, he is still a child.
"But don't worry buk, it's a benign type of tumor, and doesn't need surgery to cure it." Doctor bright.
"Then how the next dock" I said need more explanation.
"Don't worry buk, the tumor is still relatively small, thankfully ibuk quickly checked it" said the doctor trying to calm me who had looked worried.
"Yes buk", I said listening back to what the doctor would say.
"It's busy to keep the diet, and eat the food that I recommend, and must be outpatient for 3 months, how buk...?" ask the doctor.
"Okay doc, God willing I will do all the doctor's orders" I said.
I'm actually a little worried about the cost. Talking to my mom is impossible.
On the other hand I want to ask my mother for help.
It is better that I remain silent as long as Satria and I are still able.
"This is a list of foods that should not be eaten" he said, giving the list to me.
"Okay doc", received the list from the doctor's hand.
I read it carefully.
There are so many challenges for me..I murmured in my heart.
"And that you should consume every day it includes, fresh sea and fresh fish, better if steamed, avoid oil, and mandatory vegetables, and fruit ya buk", the doctor explained as much detail as possible to me.
I tried asking for the cost.
"Do you think how much does it cost.??, I asked.
"It costs about 250 rb every 5 days" said the doctor.
I was surprised, for me who is only a villager, it was expensive, even required I to make up for it every 5 days and had to get an injection as well.
May there be a way, O God, my prayer in the heart.
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Every 5 days I routinely check up and redeem the medicine.
Allah will not test his people more than he can.
There must be a path in every difficulty, my inner self.
My body is recovering.
The doctor's orders I obey with the heart.
I want to be healed for my family.
After 3 months I was declared cured, the tumor was gone. Alhamdulillahot...
Even so I had to avoid the doctor's abstinence for a year, so that the tumor did not return to my body.
My treatment really drained my savings.
Just remaining to eat a day was enough for now.
"My money lives this way, luckily Azam does not need a bribe", I complained by holding the remaining money in the room.
Satria went into the room, put Azam who had fallen asleep in his arms.
"Why dear.??" he said reprimanding me.
"The savings money is a little, because it applies to me for treatment" I said almost crying.
Satria hugged me, "All right, the important thing is that you're healthy, I'll work harder for us" she said, trying to shake off my guilt.
I could not feel my tears dripping, in the arms of Satria.
I remember my grandmother, she who used to be my place to complain even closer than my relationship with my mother.
When God called the grandmother to his side, he sent Satria as his successor.
When it's good or hard, it's now where I complain.
He was faithful in every condition of mine, even in the midst of insults and insults from my family, he was patient to keep me company.
Thank you God.