(This article I wrote a week before our former preseident, Suharto passed away).
Talking about the condition of our former president, Suharto that was recently going better after two weeks laying in the emergency unit, I’m more interested to to talk about the struggle of the patient and the families in this intensive care unit room, than talking about Suharto and all problems in the past that he has to be responsible to (since it took much energy and time but nothing happen, quite boring actually). I imagine how har it is to fight in the ICU for many days, for the patient or her/his family members too. How could? Everyday the family member must ready beside his/her family mamber who is dying there, fighting between death and life. For us who is healthy, they seems to be very close with the death. It doesn’t mean that in ICU we only have two choices, dead or alive but there also often miracles happen. So if I can describe it, perhaps there is an Angel that has certain duty to take somebody’s life, but there is also an Angel that has been given power from God to give somebody his/her second chance. Well…dead is something that we must pass anytime anywhere but in this ICU, this description is very sharp.
I have ever felt this too, how this mix feeling happen everytime. It was the time when my mother had to be taken care in this ICU room, waiting for the day she had to have a heart surgery, my mother has to standby in this room to keep her sterill until the day she had surgery. A day before the day in the morning, I visited her and saw a patient in front of her was laying weak with many instrument supporting his life attached on his body. But when I went there in the evening, this patient had passed away, he was no more there. Fiuh…I was trembling to see this fact, I imagine how my mother felt to know that the patient in front of her was dead. Must be very disturbing for her feeling since the next morning she had to have surgery. There I found out that being in ICU room our psychologically we were torn apart, both the patient and her/his family members who wait to hear or see a patient in ICU room had passed away one by one.
Moreover to see the view in ICU, a heart monitor bip everytime to show life detection. Then, a machine looked like a huge pomp that was used for the patient to breath, so the machine was attached with a long break into the patient’s mouth so anytime he/she breath, the pump was turned up and down. Then, a machine that functioned to clean up the patient’s throat, usually for them who had been comma for long time or many days. When this machine worked, we would hear sound like this : krrrrr….krrrrr….krrrooookkkk….oh so tearing apart our heart to see those kind of machines and insrtuments to support somebody’s life.
Most hurting was when we had to walk throuh the Icu room and saw our veloved family member was laying not move at all, a white sheet of clothes was covered his/her body and face, and the heart monitor sound long tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit and the monitor showed a flat lines means he/she had gone and saw the doctor’s face while standing besides the bed looked like they said, “We’re so sorr, but we had done our best so far. Please be strong.” And that what happen to me that time. ICU room is a room of dead and life between miracles, a room to lose or get our beloved one back. Yeah…ICU… (*dedicated to all people whose family’s member is now laying and fighting against desease in ICU, be tough)
I have ever felt this too, how this mix feeling happen everytime. It was the time when my mother had to be taken care in this ICU room, waiting for the day she had to have a heart surgery, my mother has to standby in this room to keep her sterill until the day she had surgery. A day before the day in the morning, I visited her and saw a patient in front of her was laying weak with many instrument supporting his life attached on his body. But when I went there in the evening, this patient had passed away, he was no more there. Fiuh…I was trembling to see this fact, I imagine how my mother felt to know that the patient in front of her was dead. Must be very disturbing for her feeling since the next morning she had to have surgery. There I found out that being in ICU room our psychologically we were torn apart, both the patient and her/his family members who wait to hear or see a patient in ICU room had passed away one by one.
Moreover to see the view in ICU, a heart monitor bip everytime to show life detection. Then, a machine looked like a huge pomp that was used for the patient to breath, so the machine was attached with a long break into the patient’s mouth so anytime he/she breath, the pump was turned up and down. Then, a machine that functioned to clean up the patient’s throat, usually for them who had been comma for long time or many days. When this machine worked, we would hear sound like this : krrrrr….krrrrr….krrrooookkkk….oh so tearing apart our heart to see those kind of machines and insrtuments to support somebody’s life.
Most hurting was when we had to walk throuh the Icu room and saw our veloved family member was laying not move at all, a white sheet of clothes was covered his/her body and face, and the heart monitor sound long tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit and the monitor showed a flat lines means he/she had gone and saw the doctor’s face while standing besides the bed looked like they said, “We’re so sorr, but we had done our best so far. Please be strong.” And that what happen to me that time. ICU room is a room of dead and life between miracles, a room to lose or get our beloved one back. Yeah…ICU… (*dedicated to all people whose family’s member is now laying and fighting against desease in ICU, be tough)
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