16/08/2021 Subconscious thoughts of discussions involving infirmary beds, fluorescent lights and aseptic odors intrude the dreams of a restless three hour sleep and my leaden eyelids slowly open to fajr adhaan resounding via the masjid reciever. As soon as fajr concludes; Dad being the senior guardian calls Dr Tawriq to affirm my decision. Contrary to … Continue reading 295 ~ Strength and solace ~

15/08/2021 At the break of dawn I awaken to a flashing image that repeatedly makes me see myself on that Tuesday morning slowly walking out of our home towards the car with trepidation, glancing back at a teary-eyed mum and bidding her farewell almost as if to say I don't know if or in what … Continue reading 294 ~ Following my intuition ~

14/08/2021 The apprehension in my heart weighs heavier with each prayer of istikharah and my search for an after theater antiseptic observation space becomes futile. “You can't expect hospitals to oblige to your requests because reverse barrier nursing or a reserved room is probably only suited for patients in the US. Forget about it happening … Continue reading 293 ~ Gripped by apprehension ~

12/08/2021 10:45 Dr Tawriq walks in to the vascular clinic and takes me in first as per profs referral and our meeting begins with a condensed summary of my history to the point of a need for IV fluids. He listens keenly and asks relative questions pertaining to Gastroparesis. The port is quite easy to … Continue reading 292 ~ Meeting the vascular surgeon ~

While thoughts of the consult replay I prepare my mind for a seemingly fast life changing procedure, an idea flashed of searching for a support group on Facebook whereby I can equip myself ahead of time and learn from other patients internationally. When my membership is approved, I log into the port-a-cath group and the … Continue reading 291 ~ Assurance from Allah ~