Sticks And Spells For A Princess' Love
hospital in the hospital 2

How many days ago her foster father suffered

having trouble breathing, he refused to take a ventilator. We're injecting the medical team

sleeping pills, but he refused the medicine. Mr. Yudi finally managed to overcome

by tying his legs, now his condition is weak and he has not woken up

coma is unconscious. My biological in-laws had laryngospam make it

critical and must be put on a ventilator, the disease is the same as Rita, Rita

I'm sorry I didn't give you any info about your illness. It's for your safety, because

your heart is weak when you hear this painful thing. Rita's hand twitched

and trembling, O God, please give him strength.

"I want to walk close, ma'am."

"Are you sure you want to walk?" I

asked in a indifferent tone. These three families are cursed, you're skinny

once Rita.

"Mas, I'm scared like a real father and lift me up

acute respiratory failure. Lately I've been coughing and and

shaky."

You're having severe respiratory failure, baby, I'm gonna

trying to keep you alive according to your father's message.

He stepped in limply and I forced him to use

wheelchairs. Rita's attack was more severe, not ALS, epilepsy,

heart and pneumia but have progressive myoclonus epilepsy. She didn't

he has epilepsy when he walks but he cannot balance his body

and every walk shakes or always tremors.

"Rita, are you okay?" I asked

whenever he was exhausted his eyes flickered and his head always lowered.

Pale face. For a month he insisted

he attended the study even though his heart was critical. So there's no way I

let my wife know her illness, let her find it if

he relapsed. Rita and Pak Rustam have a rare disorder or called

opclomus.

Opsoclonus myoclonus syndrome (MS ), also known

as opsoclonus-myoclonus-ataxia (OMA), it is a rare disorder not

known causes that seem to be the result of the process involve.

Steven also said after she gave birth later

the condition of his uterus was damaged because he had experienced rejection

heart organs, when given aids in the heart.weak conditions can be

trigger tumor or cancer cells in her uterus.

At the age of sixteen, his adoptive mother said after

having severe epilepsy his eyes can't stay still always out of focus. I'm up

surprised to hear it.

"Will you tell me?" doorway, though,

hold on to the wheelchair handle. Rita, I'll be with you and make you

healthful.

I let out a breath. "What do you mean, already

don't think too much. Arriving in the ICU room with uterine tumor. We saw

the woman's patient. He lay weak, his eyes unfocused, his stomach enlarged.

"Doctor, te-ri-ma. kasssssiiiih.." he.

trying to say words with his convulsing body.

"Miss Aisyah, meet my wife she wants to come

study here with you," I introduced my wife immediately.

Progressive myoclonus epilepsy (PME) is a

conditions involving the central nervous system and representing more than a dozen

a different disease. These diseases have certain characteristics, such as,

these include worsening of symptoms over time and the presence of muscle contractions (myoclonus)

and seizures (epilepsy). Patients may experience more than one type of seizure,

like petit mal or grand mal. PME is progressive, but the pace of its development

it can be sooner or later, depending on the underlying disease.

Progressive myoclonus epilepsy (PME) is different from

myoclonic epilepsy. In myoclonic epilepsy, myoclonic jerking movements

occurs as part of a seizure. In PME, myoclonus occurs separately

from seizures, the two respond differently to the same drug, they

evolved differently during the natural history of the disease, and they cause

different problems for patients. Some good drugs for seizures, though,

for example phenytoin and carbamazepine, tend to make myoclonus worse.

it was a symptom that Aisyah and my wife experienced, I was surprised when

Rita says her body is getting weaker and is afraid of tumor cells spreading

her stomach grew bigger after giving birth twice.

"Mas Audrey, why my body?" tannya

with fear.

I put in the lost seizure medication liquid with

the syringe I stabbed in my wife's pulse.

"I tried to touch your feet." Oh God, my God,

rita's disease is getting worse her legs are experiencing progressive encephalomyelitis

rigidity and myoclonus (PERM).

"Doctor, can't I be independent and

forever taken care of by my husband." When I checked my wife's voice

the laptop rang that Miss Aisyah's voice. Her husband helped her sit down

be careful, Aisyah sat down because a malignant tumor in her uterus was already

engorged.

Aisyah was sitting with tremor just like my wife.

"Aisha, we have a strange disease

yeah." yeah." yeah." Rita smiles when she meets Aisyah, a mutual friend

suffering from heart and nerve disease.

"Aisha, how's your stomach," I checked

aisyah's body temperature with a firing thermometer and temperature is high. "I didn't

I can imagine my wife's temperature as well. "Aisha, try

touch the pen and your nose." The result is also the same as the shaking when

touching his pen and nose, just like Rita.

She cried.

"Or better Ayesha sleep yes. Ayesha heart

back to criticism when sitting." The sisters help Aisyah sit down and put up

ventilator in her mouth.my wife moved her wheelchair and headed to Aisyah.

"Bak Rita we are senasip, but my disease is more

look at my stomach wants to erupt. But it fits in hard and painful hold. I

born with a body defect, my mother said I had a weak heart and

epilepsy since infancy due to malnutrition. At the age of eight, my illness

not bad but when married after the reception wake-up already in the ICU

this hospital. My body is also convulsing. "

I saw Rita moving a wheelchair with

his body was tremored.he headed to Aisyah and stroked Aisyah's large belly.

When my wife was about to touch suddenly her laryngospams relapsed and her breathing

beep. I was all night in the ICU where my wife was in the room

next door, but I've been preparing if my wife has any convulsions

right at the promised time, Steven came checking

my wife's. It feels like my heart has been broken because my wife's head is still not

stop and his eyes move constantly. His face was pale just like Aisha

now I can't guess what my wife's future is. If my wife

like Aisyah, I have to resign Steven and the professor says my wife

immune body is bad easily exposed to disease.

"Rita, you're angry. Yea?"

I hug my wife who is experiencing progressive Myoclonic

Epilepsy. When he was willing to let go of his body like a restless person,

his legs were trembling like his body.

"I want to go out for a minute, take it outside.

My chest hurts." We met face to face, Rita cried in pain then I

injections he's anti-seizure drugs.

"Where are you sick?" ask me with

taking Rita outside the ICU. Rita stroked her stomach which was still deflated and

shedding tears, I couldn't do anything just being able to hug her.

"Older, I'll be like her mas. Subsequent to

having children and being able to walk will have tests on me. Because power

hold my body weak and difficult to give birth or have children. Aisha

said her uterus didn't hurt before the miscarriage, but after

miscarriages...."

Rita suddenly vomited and convulsed, I stabbed

syringe containing seizure medication.

"Once again you're talking about the memory of

your dream," I hugged him tightly and patted him on the shoulder.

"I've always had the dejafu I said just now,

please understand me."

"What are you thinking, baby?" much

curious.

Rita looks at my face with her eyes that are not

calm, confused, and as usual his hands and feet were still trembling.

"I was thinking if we could live

happy with my strange and flawed condition." I patted her shoulder again

and accompany the streets while waiting for study in the ICU room where Aisyah

rita's new friend.

"Do you feel guilty marrying me who

perfect this?" I asked in a serious tone to make Rita

not sad.

"I don't feel guilty. It's just that I'm scared

keeping you busy every day should split the chores at home and office, "I

nya.

I smiled to make Rita happy. "What is

you want to go home tomorrow after I'm cleared?"

His face is shining again. During this month, he

having me dye my hair silver or white like Dong Hua drama

his favorite Chinese and told me to read romance novels. So then

there was no way he looked happy after a few months.

"Will you tell me?" my door, I

holding her hand and giving her a gift of prayer beads for her to pray if

agony.

He nodded and cried. " I'm so happy

you let me go home and give me this gift."

"That's my idea for you to smile, maybe this

not how. Oh yes Aisyah tomorrow will be taken to the ordinary room so I

persuading you to come home after you were also transferred to the VVIP room" I said

by holding his face.

"You're not usually like this and you're telling me to

for opening and going to the ICU because my condition is deteriorating."

"you're angry, aren't you?"

"I just wonder why my husband is now

being indifferent to me usually she's always gentle and takes care of me."

I smiled and kissed her forehead.

"What's wrong?"

"it seems you misunderstood me again."

I changed the subject with Rita.

"I don't know what you're talking about,"

he said sadly. "Lately, you've been looking happy

and don't cry when I'm sad and suffering with my illness

deadly and rare."

"No, most people see his wife

handicapped and no hope of divorce. But we're different, even if you're angry but

angry you are not because you regret getting married but angry because you love

i'm."

"You remember the history of the Prophet who was in the Qur'an.

Although her husband could not give her offspring she was patient and her husband too

always begging God to have a baby even though he and his wife have

live old."

"I remember, that's why I always try to pray

and find a way to make your weight gain and the surgery will

carried out." Suddenly I felt like Rita knew I was hiding

something for him, and he said long enough to lure me. "I

decided to ask permission to go home so you would eat and smile

delayed surgery can be continued and you can also continue with the baby

tubes."

He turned to look at my face. He is concentrating

to control his difficult hand still and in motion. Rita is

trying to see my face with his eyeballs because of the myoclonic action

he experienced the same as Aisyah patients who experience a large stomach and sometimes

unconscious due to convulsions.

"Didn't my mom feel sick and tired?"

I asked, by relieving the anxiety I had just thought of.

"Little, just." He felt that I

lately it's changed like never before, and now it's not telling me

if you are in pain or lightheadedness and shortness of breath. "Dad?"

She saw Aisyah and her husband in the ICU.

"Not sick and I'm fine. Dad is

ask mama." It is difficult to talk and concentrate because of the experience

injury to the nerves of his brain and spinal cord. I'm so happy to be able to

marrying Rita, a spirit against rare diseases made my heart and body

moved to help him but now the spirit in my soul has gone

because he's been moody lately not wanting to eat.

"May you please take it to the room

Aisha?" pinta her after she feels good.

"RITA," I SAID as we entered the ICU

holding his cold, skinny hand, "There's a lesson

everything we experience both today and the future is a test, if the house

our stairs in the storm must be strong even if we are sick and weak."

Rita with her trembling hands in a wheelchair and

crying with an abnormal breath and he looked down silent for a moment. Moments

it was during the day waiting for ustadz and pilgrims came to recite the verse of the chair

make critical Ayesha sleep with convulsive body and heart

weaklings. At the Steven Foundation hospital the sun had shone and turned yellow

the light from the cloud was over, but outside and the hot one was stinging near

ICU room wall still looks damp former rain.

Slowly Rita stood up and learned to walk in

accompany me carefully.

"Depends on you if it still hurts then I will

stop road therapy tomorrow, so we try now."

"It doesn't hurt, though. I don't want to be in vain

my struggle, "he assured me that he was strong not weak.

I waited and wondered.

"I'm just making sure you

just in case next time you want to rest in order to add energy before.

practice, for your own good. So I'm gonna tell Steven and

professor." professor." He was still looking at his feet to move when holding

the wall, trying to hold the wall with his weak hand.

"I don't want to be delayed in becoming a

mother." I helped him to walk, to tread carefully and

help when he falls.

"Thank you for following my words,"

I smiled at him to make Rita excited and want to eat.

I am a doctor but not a doctor

specialist. I will never trouble my sick wife. Whosoever

hurting Rita is good the person who's happy with me will teach me a lesson.

"Audrey! you don't need to thank me, actually

I'm the one who thanks you for not getting tired of me." Said Rita

squatting in front of the ICU. But when she wanted to stand up, Rita sat down and had a ball

his eyes headed towards his tremors and spams. That is why his hands

it was suddenly stiff and twitching.

"I'm here, baby, don't be afraid. I wouldn't

go leave you." I can't see Rita suddenly relapsing, I

hugged him and I cried on his back when he was convulsing

faced with his epilepsy. When I realized Rita suddenly cried and I immediately

wiped my tears.

"Patience, dear, In Shea Allah, you can be

operation. Just pray that your weight goes up and your pulse is normal, pressure

your blood is normal."

"Well, may I ask for an answer as

did you ask me instead?" Her request.

"Yes, one thing."

"Tell me just one thing why I've been doing lately

if sleep suddenly likes seizures involuntarily?"

Astaghfirullah, "You rest yes. After you

I'm healed and I answer everything."

"You still don't want to give me an explanation. Yes

it's okay Audrey. Can carry me no and put me in a wheelchair.

With epilepsy I feel like I can't feel anything."

"So mama said she wanted to walk, right,

so that tomorrow can be therapeutic." Oh, God, don't make Rita in pain. I'm sad

seeing my wife like this again, she relapsed and suddenly smiled to herself and

his eyes flickered again.

"I laid you down first, yeah."

"Mas, dizziness and shortness of breath." Mercifully

rita's epilepsy wasn't severe, I tried to check her heart. In the pressure gauge clock

blood is normal.

Today, Rita looks so cheerful, acquainted with

his new friend in the hospital, after more than a month he married me

just stay in the hospital and chat if his body feels sick or tired.

"You're different today, too, baby. You said

I'm rarely sad anymore, right. You also talk a lot differently now

a month ago. Here I help you sit in a wheelchair." I'm grateful

there's been progress with Rita.

"Well, mama's okay," same as

usually my wife always can't keep quiet because of her rare disease and her eyes

always look up if you wake up from epilepsy. "I'm here, mama

don'tbeafraid. I'll accompany you."

He was in a wheelchair just like before,

like a man possessed and moving dancing.

"Bah. I'm afraid of surgery. Please don't

leave me." Rita's voice was like exhaustion and pain, I'm not

it could be anything with her situation like this. I took her and sat her down

to the wheelchair. Subhanallah, my wife's condition has not healed yet I'm not tomorrow

you can ask permission to take him home.

"You don't fear surgery, it's for healing

maam."

"I'm tired of my thighs, having to get sick tan at home

be ill. Not to mention the operation."

"Yes, tell me why Mom said that

I'm hiding something from my beloved wife." I look

my wife with great affection.

"Audrey was afraid that I would find out about my illness

can I have a heart attack, and go into a coma?" Rita seems to have

know about everything but do not know why he is this weak and has not read

lab results from Steven.

"You're overreacting, baby" I'm making fun

my wife's.

"That's all you have in mind why you're hiding

anything yet? that's it," he said annoyed.

"It seems like too much thinking, right

papa said you can't think because you're sick."

"Isn't it because I have heart disease?"

"Not."

"Isn't it because I have epilepsy?"

"It's not at all."

"Oh my God" Rita finally smiled after

I teased her.

"Mood is just fatigue and most thoughts

just," I'm talking about what my wife said.

"Father don't laugh at you" he said

woefully.

I try to be calm and not laugh.

"Later will know it too."

"Hopefully, Papah immediately gave the lab results

to mama. Mamah wants to know the lab results."

"Because of what mah, why do you want to know the results of the test

mom's health?"

"What if I can't walk anymore

and I'm sick? what if I have damage to my heart

me?" He smiled at me because I teased him and made him

excited again.

"Oh, that problem," I said, as he

ask about his illness that has not healed. "I get it, later

we'll talk again."

"Thank God, if you understand. I don't want to

become weak. I want to be of use to you" he said hoarsely. Rita is still

difficulty breathing because his lungs are having disorders and infections so he

wear a hose and carry the tube everywhere. This is all I can do

to keep him breathing.

"Am I going to die after having

the kid?" He guessed the question, I couldn't say anything more. I

it hides a disease that makes you almost dying for your life.

I'm keeping it a secret because your father doesn't want you to be sad for your suffering

you've been through all this time.

I just want you to be happy, for your health. It

it's impossible to ask like this, it's possible that my wife is stressed so just

just second-guess. As usual, Rita always doesn't want to be seen

sick even though he's sick.

"But maybe I have a chance to

life," he whispered, smiling. "No I don't believe that

I'm fine."

"You're wrong." I answered Rita's guess. I

holding my wife's hand and giving her a pearl bracelet. He was staring at me

again with a sad expression. I really want him to realize that he doesn't need to

worried about his health. I saw his face he looked worried about

his illness. He always talked about his lab results about his illness.

It didn't feel like we were near the park and we walked

it's been almost two hours if it's not wrong.

He spoke in a weak tone, "Mas, he said,

take me to Aisyah's room."

"Sorry, I took you to the park for practice

walk," I said by wiping him into a wheelchair.

"No need to apologize."

"Don't you, if you are in pain I am

wrongful. It's my fault, too." I smiled because it was so innocent Rita

although he looked smart and polite but there was still innocence in him.

"Thank God, I want to smile." Him

smiling is what makes me smile, all this time Rita does not want to smile,

just eat a little and often vomit blood and vomit because the food can not

in digest.

I turned her attention and took her to the room

ICU. "It's over, don't keep it away."

He went into the room and in the room he wept for his friend

who was now critical of the same illness when he cried near

Aisyah, my wife's body suddenly twitched and I gave the medicine and then bribed

epilepsy medication to the mouth with small doses.

Only briefly epilepsy, considering Rita can already

controlling emotions. He hugged me tightly and cried because fear could not

breathed. The guests who had come to pray for Ayesha had already come, Rita

shake hands with them. Aisyah's husband walked to Ustadz, then I

sitting next to Rita.

Then Ustadz recited a prayer for Aisha, while Rita

reading Yasin's Letter with wisdom even though his memory is fading and difficult to remember.

Aisyah's husband applied the oil to her large and hard stomach, Aisyah still

convulsions and his mouth spit out foam. Rita who saw the woman

convulsions with a large stomach were depressed and he cried while holding

aisyah Hand.

"God willing, Aisha is aware of the critical period. My

will pray for Rita's health earlier she has ordered to be prayed for when I

to the Aisyah room in the care," said Ustadz while taking zam-zam water and

give it to myself. The ECG voice sounded loud and in tandem with the voice

people who saw, Rita was drinking zam-zam water that has been read

the prayer. "In Shayah Allah, after drinking the water of zam-zam mixed with the kurna najwa

it goes well." I patted Rita's chest, after drinking the zam-zam water

with the stool my wife was vomiting and her legs were trembling. Ustadz.

rita's feet, with hands that have been covered in thick gloves. The leg

skinny went into the basin of water that I had provided, in the basin there was water

sprinkled with leaves and salt that has been recited prayer. "This is probably him

too sad, so the syaiton went into his soul. fortunately he wanted to be in ruqyah. Him

can't walk because of a jinn's distraction that makes it hard for him to walk."

He massaged my wife's leg and pressed my point of thunder. "His blood stream

it's not smooth and he's also suffering from a severe heart leak." He gave

honey in my wife's eyes. When Rita was given honey, her body suddenly convulsed

and his pulse is getting weaker.

"I'll treat her in Rita's room in the care of her,

doctor Audrey please take your wife to her room." He recited a prayer to

Aisyah, in the meantime I'm taking my wife to her room. My wife suddenly

convulsions continuously. "Doctor, we're ready we're together to

rita's room." Ustad and his entourage came with us to my wife's room. Our

head to the ICU to help Rita, Ustadz who outside recites a prayer

Rita's Healing.

"Think the water of zam-zam so that he does not

convulsions, then recite the chair verse so that he is not critical anymore." It

holding my wife's feet with her hands in thick gloves.

Rita convulsed with a position like a kayak, her hands clenched and

his eyes turned upward and he sounded like he was laughing.

"Then, Dr. Audrey applied the oil to

rita's body or Rita's hand." He finished with the prayer and

healed my wife's leg, now it's ustadz pressing on my wife's spine

with a small piece of wood in his hand. Rita cried out in pain trying to hold back

pain because his back is pressed to make him walk again.

"He should have surgery immediately on his brain nerves, he said,

because what makes him paralyzed is epilepsy, so I think the doctor

Audrey must find a way to make Rita's weight go up." It

suggested that my wife get her heart and brain surgery right away. "If

until it is too late your wife can not walk even her death is getting worse

near."

Washing her hands in the bathroom, Rita finally came to her senses

from his convulsions. My wife is still weak, she's trying to breathe oxygen

and strong yet every second he closed his eyes from exhaustion. At

all around, there are ECGs, inpus tubes, and oxygen. My wife is like a robot

which will be made and tested whether there is a broken machine.Rita suddenly her eyes

he turned up and his body twitched. My wife's mouth is wafting, I'm with

patiently massaged his forehead and kissed him.

"Rita, you're fine. Darling?" much

with a depressed and loving heart.

"Mas Audrey I'm afraid of death, please don't

leave me," he said weakly, in a disjointed tone. Rita

crying holding my hand, the epilepsy just for a moment doesn't put her in a coma.

I'm getting tired of the lab results I gave you

professor. I want to go abroad to take my wife for treatment

so that he can be cheerful and not slack off talking.

"Do you want another dejavu?"

with a blank look and I immediately gave the epilepsy medicine.

"Doctor Audrey I recommend for every day

your wife listens to murotal so that the nerves in her brain don't get damaged" she exclaimed

Ustad.

He came to his senses after Me and Ustadz finished giving

zam-zam water, fortunately not as bad as last month.

"Miss can move hands slowly

and miss's leg?" ask Ustadz.

"Yes" he whispered as he moved his hand

and feet. Rita tried to move her toes slowly and her hands.

There is progress and that can be seen.

Rita seemed to have started smiling even now

he has started trying to use a spoon for his holding exercises though

still shaking.

Ustadz exits ICU room with study guests. Rita

holding my hand tightly she still endured the pain in her chest despite her condition

he is still improving but his heart is still not healed.

I rubbed Rita's chest with ointment so she could

sleeping with while Rita hears murotal to train her emotions. When

I undressed Rita, on her chest there was an incision scar while still

small-time.

"Let me close my eyes for a moment, my chest

sick," My wife begged me to rest. I saw his chest go up

descending due to breathing, underneath the incision marks to expel air

from his leaking lungs.

"This injury I got when I was in elementary school,

when I was home schooling I was suddenly in pain and unconscious.

The next morning I got already in the operating room," he said innocently. Rita

still weak. Rita's pointing up her eyes still haven't healed due to illness

a rare nerve.

"I'm here, baby, quick

well, yeah," I stroked his forehead and trained my wife to focus.

Since her Myoclonus relapses Rita can't sleep in peace, any

sitting, standing, and sleeping must be convulsing. It seems like you don't want to have to

therapy goes so she doesn't cry anymore.

"Wow, my nephew can smile now

although still weak." The tantenya came to see Rita.

"Rita?" I called out softly.

Rita was crying and screaming. The epilepsy relapsed me

very worried, not usually she was like this, the nurse swiftly pierced

rita's skin is carefully and the syringe contains epilepsy drugs and

the heart has been put into Rita's body.

"What happened - was he sick?"

the tantenya stroked my wife's head slowly. Rita is conscious

I immediately cried and looked at my aunt. Rita's breathing's not getting any better

regular and experiencing laryngospams.

The aunt is worried." Can't yet be in

surgery for his illness, I can't bear to see him like this."

"Rita," I'm already next to her holding

my wife's hands carefully and stroked her claustrophobic chest.

"Sickness," he said. "I'm in no pain

could breath. I'm afraid to die."

Suddenly Rita was unconscious. I tried

for CPR to his chest. I saved her life, Rita woke up and opened up

his eye.

"Don't leave me." She was crying and

I kissed her pale forehead and then I massaged her stiff hands slowly

his feet. The other sister brought porridge and injections to be bribed to

Rita through a hose attached to her nose. I can't bear to see my wife

still can't eat with his hands and chew. Every time I feed

food from the nose, must have had a lot of blood on his nose.

"I will slowly feed the porridge, if you

it hurts you to just say," I explained in a slow tone,

"it looks like he had bleeding in his nose when he was

put food through the slang." He smiled at me despite the pain. With

his thin body and no energy may be the best path is surgery

brain nerves.

I sighed, the only best way of operation

heart to prevent blood blockage during nerve surgery.

"I'll be able to have an operation soon, Dad

Audrey?" tanyakanya.

I looked at him, as if he had just filed

the question he knew he had asked.

"Audrey today the operation can be carried out.

The professor was able to handle it yesterday the nurse had time to weigh weight

your wife's been up a little."

"Thank you" I answered. "I will

on duty to check on the patients tonight. "Please save lives

my wife."

Suddenly Rita convulsed unconscious. He's on

please take CPR and take it to the operating room. I almost lost it

my wife, she had epilepsy without symptoms.

"I was scared at the surgery," she cried, as

that's me chasing after Steven's doctor and the nurse, thankfully, they haven't reached the room yet

operation. Is Rita scared, don't be afraid this baby is for your heart.

"Ja-ngan-ting-gal-kan-a-ku," he continued

talks with disjointed consent.

"Don't be afraid, I'll accompany you outside. You

it'll be strong." I kissed her forehead before she walked into the operating room.

"I..love you..," that oxygen mask.

it's been drugged on Rita's face, my wife's asleep and I

waiting outside while the surgeon and nurse entered with Rita into the room

surgical. The ECG sound is stable indicating Rita is still fine.

"Audrey how's Rita?" a man

skinny came over to me in an electric wheelchair right with Rita. It

it was Rita's father.

"Father-in-law, why are you out of the ICU?"

ask me and stroke his chest. I corrected Father-in-law's position, because of him

have a rare disease. A wheelchair with a laptop.

"My time is not long now.

wearing an oxygen mask, my body is thin" Dad said through his computer.

I hugged my father-in-law who was crying from sadness

seeing the suffering he experienced and the biological children he loved.

"Don't worry, In Shea Allah Rita will be healed and

I can smile again. Doctors have a way to save the heart

Rita's strong." I'm taking my father-in-law on a walk in the park while

enjoying air.

"It's fate's way of life, son Audrey. Moments

little dad had a leaky heart and a leaky lung. Now in addition again

ALS disease, I would love to carry Rita as a child but what is my power

lying in the hospital for being critical."

"Rita will definitely recover after surgery, but

can't replace his heart." I know Father-in-law must have

tired of the suffering he had and a heart donor for just two,

just last month she asked Rita and her foster father for surgery

he did not need to because his illness was too severe. I can't force

father-in-law to rest in the ICU room, although he sometimes suffered from cramps

in the larynx and hard to breathe but still kekeh want to keep in front of the room

the operation awaited certainty, with great difficulty I persuaded him not to

anxiety finally worked. I drove her to the park so she could calm down and

not worrying.

"Dad, did it feel better. Sus get the tube

my father-in-law's oxygen suddenly suffocates." Dad why not

rest, I need to be strong for Rita. Now Rita needs dad's support, she

are in operation.

"Until when our family is like this, I

so tired. this test is too heavy." I patted my father's shoulder with

slowly, it seems that the father is sad because the condition is getting thinner he does not want Rita

met him. She doesn't want Rita to have a heart attack because

seeing her real father get sick like this.

"Dad! Rita must be sad to see dad

like these. We pray that Rita will be strong during surgery and get well soon."

I've been wiping my father's drooling, ever since I got ALS I couldn't

walk and do something by yourself. Dad's muscles are attacked by disease

shutting down sometimes I check the critical condition of my father-in-law due to the tightness

the breath or choking of the cake or its epilepsy relapses.

"Audrey! Thank you for taking care and taking care of

my only princess. Rita was just the girl I had, when she was little

or in his mother's womb I never saw him. I met her when she was his age

three years, but I still have doubts. I only found out when his mother

went to secretly see him in hospital," Father-in-law wrote

on the laptop using his eyes because his muscles are weak.

"Sus get me an epile drug[psi, my father-in-law

epilepsy is relapsing." At least Dad can hold his breath, his mouth

his twitching and blinking eyes also did not stop. Dad is still with

the epilepsy, I wiped the drool dripping in my father's mouth slowly and

I dropped Dad off the wheelchair. I'm my father-in-law, he's already considered

my biological father.

the signs that Dad experienced really made him

breathing difficulties.

Confusion while empty eyes (bengong) staring

one point for too long Uncontrollable jerking movement on hands and feet

Complete or temporary loss of consciousness Psychic symptoms Muscle stiffness

or seizures, in part of the body (face, arms, legs) or whole

Seizures followed by the body stiffen and lose consciousness suddenly,

this can cause the person to suddenly fall. Few minutes

then the nurse came with another medic, I picked up my father

in-laws to push mattress. Dad put on an oxygen mask and put on an ECG.

Father's hands are put on the infusion and his nose is put on the slang to enter the porridge

and other food. While heading to the ICU room laryngospamsme father relapsed, congested

his breathing was broken and his heart was critical. Good to be in the ICU.

"When he was often epileptic and laryngospamse,

sus?" manya panic.

"Every day, doctor. Sus, there is no donor

heart for Mr. Ruslan, this is for my wife's sake. When my wife found out

her father can't be cured because it turns out to have complications, Rita will

heart relapse. He's now in his heart surgery, the doctor can't

replacing the heart due to fear of heart failure or heart from donors

refuse."

"Not yet, we've been looking for a donor for sir

Ruslan but haven't met?"

"Okay, thanks sus." Oh, my God, I am powerless

seeing my father-in-law exhausted and short of breath. She was like Rita after

epilepsy relapsed suddenly she couldn't balance her body tremors.

"Audreys...

sorry..dad.troubles..you..." The writing on the laptop was cut off

since I can't focus on writing and writing, my friend says nerve

his brain is bad. The doctor said he could read the Quran but was able to

thinking he was weak, every time he was tired like a child.

"Doctor, Mr. Ruslan was weak yesterday

he's therapeutic. I salute him for his persistence. He said to be able to

seeing Rita despite her short life, she did not want to lie weak in bed

or in a wheelchair. When Mr. Ruslan's epilepsy is better he still wants to

rehearsal."

"I know sus, he's like this because he's not

want to lose someone he loves. He has lost his wife

now he only has a daughter and his daughter is sick like

she," I wiped my father-in-law's body. Dad his body is skinny and wearing

pampers because he now can't make his way to the WC and is like a child

always bedwetting.

"Son Audrey now I can't stand

alone due to a complication disease that attacked my brain and bone marrow

behind me, so I want Audrey to keep it a secret from the kids

me." i."

I could only breathe air and swallow. From

the people I love are all sick and the disease is hard to cure. A year

then, the day before I married Rita, she looked cheerful when I invited her

walk when he gets into the hospital. Don't know now he's being quiet, though,

luckily yesterday she was able to smile with a new friend in the hospital. Reddish

a blush appeared on her face as I seduced her for dinner.

"Dad, don't be sad" I said. "Because

the doctor who operated on Rita already knew how to keep Rita's heart

it was beating normally even though his heart had not been operated on. Try dad's rest, please,

then the father's disease will not recur again.remember no, this afternoon father had time

respiratory failure and convulsions? Now the condition of the father is still critical and must be

recess. I don't want Rita to cry. If you don't want Rita to cry

please take a break and obey the doctor's rules."

"I'm sorry you acted selfishly like a child.

Dad now can't do anything, eat and all are helped by the nurse and

you,"he said.

He closed his eyes and inhaled oxygen

his thin body.

"I just received an email from her foster mother,

if Mr. Yudi is in a coma. He had a respiratory failure and had not yet woken up from his sleep,

that's why I talk like that to my father-in-law. I don't want an operation

Rita's distracted. Foster father and in-laws are the ones Rita loves. Rita

survive against the disease because there is a father. He has epilepsy every time

crying because in his shadow like he was dying with a stomach

engorged. I calmed him down and said no Suudzon so he could

operation. High blood pressure is difficult for surgery to be life-threatening

threatened." I dried up the tears dripping on the cheeks with a broom

hands and breath air for a moment.

"Dad who should have apologized. Dad's sad

once I saw father like this. Dad's completely paralyzed all the members

the body cannot speak."

I know you're like this because you can't do anything

and I have to wear diapers every day, but I can't stand the pain

father-in-law like this sometimes had a critical time, if aware of his behavior

to children, sometimes shortness of breath and coughing.

Dad also had ataxia, coordination of motion

the bad. Unstable footsteps or like falling. Adversity

controlling fine motor skills, such as eating, writing, or buttoning clothes.

Change in the way of speaking. Difficult swallowing. Nystagmus or eye movement

not intentionally. These eye movements can occur in one or both eyes

moving sideways (horizontal), up-down (vertical), or

disruptions in thinking or emotions.

"Hello, what's wrong ? well I'll be right there."

I just got a call for a successful heart surgery but Rita after surgery

have convulsions. He was weak and could not answer the question

from sister.

"Son Audrey, what's wrong with my son?" Rita's Dad

asked and he cried, I wiped his tears and patted him on the shoulder.

"Call my wife for the reward, may she come to her senses soon

from critically. The doctor said after the surgery he suddenly

convulsions and his eyes are out of focus. CPR has been done, but he has not

conscious." I couldn't help but hold back tears as I hugged Rita's real father

still critical. Rita and her father also have Ocular Flatter syndrome

his eye. Father-in-law and Rita have eye and leg dancing syndrome,

his eyes were always unable to focus and his feet could not remain still.

Father-in-law opened his eyes. He held my hand

tight to stand up, and I held her body so she wouldn't fall.

The nurse came with food and I sat my father in the bed and then my hands

my father slowly after that then I headed to the room where Rita was

be in. Running towards the ICU room next door turned out to be a severe situation

rebounding his father, I approached and cried. It was not expected that Opsoclonus

characterized by rapid and involuntary irregular eye movements

and uncoordinated. Making Rita after heart surgery is more chaotic.

Last time the neurologist told me that Rita had mild ALS symptoms, but

because the nerves are weak ALS disease gets worse and worsens the brain nerves

and the spinal cord and make it difficult to recover because Rita experienced

heart leak in the valve section. Then I decided to allow it

baby tube program for fear of Rita's condition getting worse.

"He may feel calm when the surgery is over

and made his mind a lot, so his brain went into shock and made epilepsy

relapse," I reassured the nurse who took care of Rita. "He was also exhausted

because yesterday I went to school and this morning."

The nurse who took care of Rita in the ICU finally left. I

setting the letter of the Qur'an so that Rita's heartbeat is calm.

"Miss Rita yesterday wasn't like this, but

after the operation it got worse and his heart went back to critical."

I hugged my wife who was lying weak in the ICU,

he was tired of sleeping.

"Lay for a minute, yeah. Baby; In Syaa

God you can go to the VVIP room not in this room anymore."

"I'm tired, my chest hurts" Rita said

the laptop he typed through his mind. He cried and closed his eyes.

"Did little Miss Rita often experience

laryngospams and convulsions?" ask nurse.

"My illness has been severe since childhood, however

not so bad." The computer voice rang that my Rita

experiencing this deadly disease since childhood but not as severe as he felt

like these. I tried shaking hands with Rita but coordinating her movements

worsening he trembled like less food intake. My wife held his chest

while shaking maybe his heart hurts again.

"Doctor Audrey don't worry, I'm here to be

take care of your wife," she told me to get back on guard.

"I've asked permission from Steven's doctor and

professor for leave to take care of my sick wife." I said with

assertive and convinces the nurse who takes care of Rita to return to her place---

so the nurse smiled at me - she understood what I meant.

"Miss Rita, I'll take heart medication

to you," the nurse said to my wife, then hurried to leave

ICU room.

"Why did Audrey get a leave of absence?"

ask me as he holds the bed handle in pain.

"I'm here because I want to take care of you and second

your father has asked me to take care of you seriously, you're quick

healed so we can walk. Tomorrow I'll call the obstetrician

to inject hormone pills."

"Having a child is my hope so that I can

smiling at a moment like this, I don't know if I can walk or like

it's forever." Rita tried to close her eyes but her eyelids

he moved when he closed his eyes.

"You made me anxious, your doctor said

suddenly convulsing after the operation was over," I was very surprised

because suddenly the doctor said Rita's heart was weak and the epilepsy had recurred

it's because what.

At least, neurological disease in Ruslan and Rita

it didn't make them suffer and I was able to breathe with relief, but today

not according to estimates to both experiencing problems in the heart and nerves.

My relationship with Rita was a miracle

our household because to me Rita is the woman I love even though she is

lying weak in the ICU I'll take care of him anyway.

rita's surgery on her body is afraid of her disease relapsing due to the disease

nerve complications he's critical.

"I think my wife is weak because of her operation

fail again and have problems."

"Neither heart nor nerve will I

die as long as I don't have a child." Rita's sleeping position is slanted, and I

now close Rita's eyes with plaster because of her terrible condition.

"I'll close your eyes so you don't

agony. I'm afraid your heart is getting worse because you're exhausted and

hard breathing."

"No need to apologize, ma'am. I'll obey

for the sake of keeping me unstable."

"I've got a Vidio tape from my foster father and

your bladder, just so you listen to your encouragement" I said

to make Rita happy so that she can recover from her critical period.

"I'm lucky every time. Although I

born with nerve and heart abnormalities and then the birth mother threw me away but

My biological father and two adoptive parents always loved my handicapped self

it can only be in a wheelchair or lying like this on a mattress" he said.

Although Rita is still critical she never complains of committing suicide because

for him this sickness that my wife is experiencing is a gift for fortitude and

patience in life.

"And there is this husband of yours who has always been faithful and

understanding accompanies you when you are in a great pain." I tuned vidio in

wife's laptop. He listened to the voice of his biological father and raised him. I'm new

remember the live broadcast of ustadz about the key to happiness.

The key to happiness according to Ali Bin Abi Thalib

it is sincerity.Thus our minds will not be burdened with all

life problems that exist. Give up all the same God, and your life will be

it is filled with happiness and ease in living it.

"Have I troubled you? I thought, Mas

Audrey's not on leave." He was barely recovering now, even though his body was still trembling

perhaps tied up like this he felt calm and listened to the verses

The Qur'an on his cell phone. But come to think of it, time is in luck

if I take a walk in the park for my wife.

"I was visiting your father when I was in the ICU. Time

I'm gonna bribe porridge for your dad, the phone rings and the doctor says

you're critical when the operation is over." Rita held my hand and

smilingly. Maybe he smiled because he didn't want me to be sad.

Sister came while Rita and I were talking.

Sister brings vitamins and injections.

"When to take vitamins." He pulled out the hose

oxygen in Rita's neck, now Rita can't wear an oxygen mask because

it was hard to breathe so through his neck he was breathing. "Thank God, Miss

there's been a change. He's already starting to improve through his critical period,"

he added.

"Why is it so hard to move?" ask Rita

while enduring the pain my wife scrunched her jidat. When plastering in the eyes

Rita's opening up all of a sudden my wife's having an epileptic seizure

his mouth moved smiling slanted his hands moved and his legs were like

pedaling bicycle. A few seconds later she regained consciousness from epilepsy and cried.

Rita smiled at the nurse that she was still strong

although he has difficulty moving, but I am in a dilemma Rita paralyzed again and

can't walk. Her aunt came to see my sick wife.

"My dear niece, why

here?" ask her tant to Rita who is lying weak.

He cried when his aunt came and his aunt

hugging her and stroking my wife's hair, she brought me an e-book

asked Rita. Rita typing to laptop. "I'm fine aunt, I've

getting used to my illness."

Then Rita's foster parents came. Adoptive mother

pushing the wheelchair that Yudi's father was riding, Rita's adoptive father sat down with

the oxygen mask on her neck was also exactly Rita and her biological father. Foster mother

Rita escorts Yudi's father who is currently also critical, Rita's adoptive father

the very strong are going through complicated times. Doctors found disease

ALS in her body, O God do not make my wife suffer and do not

take life. I only have Rita, without her I wouldn't have been successful and steadfast

in this test.

"Subhanallah," I murmured to see the man who

making Rita happy is like this. Fortunately my wife did not know

his adoptive father's disease was the same as the disease he suffered. "Dad

now that Rita has improved, I must also be strong for the sake of your adopted son. See

Rita's smiling, isn't she!"

Rita looked at her foster father with a smile

happy that his father visited when he was critical.

"Rita you must be strong, your foster father has been

here." I give my wife some encouragement.

Rita tried to get up and I helped her and set her up

position the bed so that my wife can sit comfortably. Rita felt that I

he helped her sit down. His twitching and limp hands made him difficult

he moved and his mouth was hard to speak because it was locked inside his body.

"You're really my submissive wife." I

flabbergasted.

"I felt cramping and my chest hurt" she said,

closing eyes and beds with convulsions. Yudi's father had spasm and

twitching in her hands since yesterday and hard talking like Rita and

my in-laws.

"And I told you, rest not much

talk about your condition not recovering" I argue because Rita is still talking

with his weak body and critical body condition.

"I don't want to trouble people. I'm a regular

having cramps since childhood and often fainting because of my heart."

I looked at him deeply.

"Why?" tanyakanya. Rita was curious

when I look at him.

"it's okay, rest so epilepsy doesn't

relapsing."

Then Yudi's father approached my wife to the bed, she

raise the other hand slowly with the other.

The look I made on Rita and her foster father was a sign

a deep affection. Yudi's father looked at Rita sedu, he cried

then I pat her on the shoulder and I hug.

"My son you're resting, I'm going to the ICU.

I'm tired." The sound emerged from the laptop installed in the wheelchair

Father Yudi. God, there are so many tests I face.

I can only hold on while enduring the sadness.

I was speechless and drove Father Yudi into the ICU room, mother

he still talks with Rita. I took a deep breath. What

I told you Steven was right. Most foreign or Indonesian

and abroad also have neurological diseases. I stopped in front of the room

the one my wife occupied.

Yudi's father nudged my hand with his

they have no muscles and are weak. Meanwhile, I squatted down and dried my face

Yudi's father was exposed to his saliva. For a moment he looked sad. Then it was

close your eyes and smile back at me.

"Dad why was that sad?" ask me while

sucking saliva in a slang attached to his neck.

"I have to how?Please save lives

Rita, I'm willing to die for my adopted son."

"Dad should be strong don't be rash. Heart for

dad and Rita are there but Dad and Rita's condition isn't stable."