Pledge of Love Ustadz Irsyad
chapter 11. brain death (season 2)
In one of the hospitals, an ambulance drove into the courtyard, and stopped in front of the IGD room.
Some nurses were busy removing the bed that had a man on it, from the ambulance.
"The wound is pretty bad doc. There was bleeding in his head" said one of the nurses.
"Quick bring it in, we take immediate action." Tell the male doctor.
It was Irsyad who was unconscious on the bed.
Some medics were busy working with tools there.
Inside the IGD room, they shared a task, a male nurse had opened Irsyad's chest and attached a device there. To get his heart work statistics on the monitor.
The doctor was trying to find the bleeding point.
"Doctor, his vitals are weakening doc."
The doctor looked at the monitor screen. He rubbed his sweaty forehead.
"Install Ventilator—" said the doctor. (a breathing apparatus.)
It seemed tense to the medics there, who were still trying to do first aid for Irsyad.
Meanwhile a car stopped, in the courtyard of the hospital where Irsyad was handled. Rahma who came out of the car immediately ran to the IGD room.
"Mas Irsyad—" his steps stopped in front of the ER door.
Stifled to look inside, Rahma's body had already squeezed, seeing some medics passing by inside with their tense expressions.
"Mas Irsyad's. Please hold on... Please hold on for me. To Rumi, and Noah." murmured Rahma, her hand touching the glass wall.
In her standing position all she could see was the feet of a man she believed was her husband.
"Oh Allah, my Mas Irshad." Rahma sobbing.
The father approached Rahma who was still crying, glued to look inside. "Sabar Rahma," gently stroked her daughter's head.
"Dad, mass Irsyad not why-why right? Irsyad's gonna be okay, right?" Isak Rahma's.
"Wait to hear from the doctor, baby. Your husband must be fine. Let's just pray."
Inside the IGD room. The tension is still felt.
"Dok, the vital signs are getting weaker, it looks like the patient has a severe brain injury doc."
"Try taking off his ventilator." Tell the doctor.
"Okay, doctor."
The nurse let him go. The doctor observed Irsyad's abdomen, and from his analysis Irsyad's stomach did not move. As is normal for people who are breathing.
He then brought the back of his index finger close to the nostril.
"apnea," he murmured. (Sigh stop.)
"Replace his ventilator." The doctor continued later. The nurse at the command put it on.
"Penlights." Pinta the doctor. (Medical center.)
After the nurse handed it over. The doctor checked the pupil of Irsyad's eye by checking his eye reflexes. If he is still responding usually the pupils of the eye will shrink when given light. But not for Irsyad.
"No response." Little lunglai.
"Cotton." Pinta the doctor. Which was swiftly given by the nurse next to him.
The doctor also performed a corneal reflex test. Where he touched the cornea of Irsyad's eye using the cotton swab.
"No movement of her eyelids."
the nurses looked at each other for a while.
The doctor sighed for a moment, "I'm not sure but all the analysis leads to brain death?" Said the doctor.
The medics were also feeling weak.
"Replace the patient to the ICU. Observation for twenty-four hours. I have to talk about this to the patient's family."
The male doctor came out of the curtain with a little lethargy, while rubbing his face.
After almost an hour of dealing with Irsyad. He shook slowly.
"The patient's family doctor has been present" said a nurse.
"Have them come in. Yeah, I want to talk." Tell the doctor to go to his desk.
A nurse agreed and walked out, opening the IGD's door. "The family of the patient Irsyad Fadilah—" exclaimed the nurse.
Rahma is approaching.
"We are sisters." said Rahma. His voice was already very loud.
"Sorry, is she ready?"
"I'm his wife, and the one next to me is our father" Rahma said, trying to calm down.
"Well, at this time the mother can go inside to talk to the doctor related to the patient's condition. But I'm sorry I haven't been able to see the patient yet ma'am."
"But how he is."
"Doctor Rudi will explain it to me. So please come in, to know the details."
Mr. Akmal nodded his head to Rahma. Then look towards the nurse.
"Can I come in, sister?"
"Please, father" he said.
Both are in. Rahma turned her head for a moment towards the curtain that was slightly open, and saw Koko who was in use was indeed her husband. 'yes Allah is my Irsyad.' again shed tears.
Mr. Akmal's hand was coiled around Rahma's shoulder, asking Rahma to continue her steps, approaching the doctor.
Now the two have faced the doctor Rudi and shake his hand.
When the doctor's hand was stretched out toward Rahma, he put his palms in front of his chest.
"Sorry Doctor." Rahma yells hoarse.
The doctor understood. And smile.
Doctors began to talk at length about Irsyad's current condition.
About the analysis. All medical procedures and procedures performed.
"For the time being the patient is in a coma, sir. But there is a guess that hopefully this does not really happen yes, because my analysis was that the patient was diagnosed with brain death"
Deeegg, Rahma rounded her eyes. "Astagfirullah al'azim, O Allah." Mumbled.
The more Rahma there sobbed, Akmal also hugged Rahma to calm him, he did not understand the meaning of the doctor's speech.
"How do you mean doctor?"
"People used to say that with brain death sir, which all refers to the condition of the absence of blood and oxygen distribution to the brain that causes the entire brain system including the brainstem, which is, the nerves and other parts of the brain that regulate life activities such as breathing and heart rate no longer work perfectly and are whole."
"Astagfirullah al'azim" Mr. Akmal began to understand, while Rahma grew sobbing.
"If the body loses the ability to organize and regulate, then the body is just a collection of organs that can live and function with outside help in the form of aids themselves, sir. All signs of life can disappear if outside help is stopped. This loss of brain function is generally no longer reversible, eventually leading to the problem of brain death. In other words Irsyad Fadilah patient can already be said Died sir."
"Infell it." Mr. Akmal's eyes are getting wet.
"Doctor, please do something doctor. Please check with my husband again. My husband is unlikely to have suffered a brain death. Please my husband, I beg you to save him." Rahma pleaded, her body was already really very limp, almost losing consciousness.
"Yes, mom, I'm trying. We're looking at the patient first. To wait for his response, just pray for a miracle. The patient can be human. Although the possibility is very small. About one percent Ma'am."
Rahma pressed her chest. He could no longer hear the doctor in front of him.
At this time he can only resign and hope that the husband can be realized from his coma.
And can get through the critical period.