Papa's Little Daughter

First Treatment

"Eating sweet, salty, salty, fizzy, cold, and fast food can't be Shan."

"Oiya one more..." Dr. Hans pointed to a pink boxed drink that was on the nightstand. "That's not okay either." he continued with a fluffy smile.

Shan immediately nodded and without a babibubebo immediately threw the milk which I was very sure there were still many in the trash can.

Wahh crazy, why is Shan so obedient yes the same new doctor. Wonder what...

"Shan here." get that tall, athletic doctor. But not really, still taller and bagusan original body.

Shan now sits next to Dr. Hans right. The boy looked at his face carefully. Dihh the Shan why the hell? Is he impressed by Dr Hans? There was-there was that boy.

"Shan we can start his treatment from now on huh. Please during the treatment process Shan later Shan should be upbeat and cheerful. Promise huh?" Doctor Hans raised his little finger at Shan.

"Ready doc! Shan promise!" said Shan and immediately linked his little finger to the little finger of Dr. Hans.

It was far from my previous shadow. I think the doctor who came all the way from abroad was old, cold, and could not speak Indonesian. But apparently not, Dr. Hans was different. He's still very young, maybe only a year-two away from me. His pleasant and friendly personality is very much liked by children. And it turns out that he is a native of Indonesia, only working in Singapore. Very good yes he, hopefully his prowess is comparable to he can heal Shan as usual.

"Sir Chandra..." Now he calls me. I also approached him.

"Well, how's doc?"

"Please Shan prepared yes, soon I want to do a CT Scan first to see the development."

"Oh okay doc, I'll get Shan ready soon."

Dr. Hans nodded then withdrew first to the CT Scan room.

"Papa Shan wants to be flanked?" Shan suddenly asked me this when I was cleaning his body.

"Nobody baby. Just want to see the contents of Shan's brain pack a tool that will emit a really bright light. But no papa, will not feel anything Shan, later Shan also blindfolded, so no glare."

"Kok Shan is scared..."

"Hehhh no papa, why fear Shan anyway? Shan is brave, there's no need to fear Shan..."

"Later on, you'll be right, Shan, don't leave, okay?"

"Yes dear, papa temenin Shan always really. Papa's not going anywhere."

But it turns out that all the plans did not go well. I didn't manage to keep my word. I did not manage to accompany Shan because the CT scan room was not allowed to be entered by people who did not have the need.

Shan finally cried roaring inside there. I don't know if it's possible now for the medics and doctor Hans to do a CT scan on Shan's brain.

Until a few minutes later, the door of the room opened, showing the figure of doctor Hans and Shan who were in his arms.

"Rapa!" call Shan who is still covered in tears. Shan spread out his hands, asking me to grab him immediately.

I then reached it and now Shan has moved on my sling. "Sttt no papa dear, cup cup cup. That's it..."

Doctor Hans just smiled, then helped me to break Shan's tears.

"Shan, you want to see the results? The result of that picture of your brain? Let's see the picture yuk."

Shan who heard the word picture instantly fell silent. He stopped crying, especially when Dr. Hans said that the brain image. Nahh, Shan where ever seen a picture of the brain. He's very curious now.

...***...

"That's what doc? How to like noodles?"

What is Shan's noodles? Where do noodles try?

"That curly weave is called the brain. The brain is Shan, the shape of the brain is like that. You said noodle-like."

Am I the only one here who disagrees with their opinion?? Ah dahlah, jaudah yes the shape of the brain is like noodles. Let Shan be cool!

Dr. Hans started picking up his pen which was in a suit pocket. He started explaining to me.

"Sir Chandra can see over here?"

I'm nodding. And focused on a black dot that doctor Hans pointed to with his pen. The point is not small but also not large.

"This is the cancer position sir."

Me immediately choked. How not, I can see for myself the damn disease that dare lodged in my son's head. Very angry, but to whom??

"The cancer is still small in size, but we can not mess with the name of brain cancer. We need to get rid of him immediately."

"But with what doc? Does Shan have to do the surgery?"

Doctor Hans seemed to think for a moment. "If this case is very risky sir. This is because the position of the cancer is very close even when viewed instead stick with the part of the brain that contains the nerves balancing the body. If exposed to these nerves can be fatal."

I speak a thousand languages. Deeply shocked to hear it, this meant that even Dr. Hans did not dare to operate on Shan.

"Then with what doc?"

"Don't be discouraged first, we can try to do chemotherapy as soon as possible. And even if the size of the cancer can shrink as the chemo goes on, it can later be sought for surgical removal. The important thing is that the position of the cancer is possible and not at risk then I can operate on it."

I breathed a sigh of relief immediately hearing it. Thank goodness Shan, there's still a way we can go.

......***......

The first day Shan chemo finally came...

Very cute emang. Doctor Hans suggested it immediately because he said sooner is better. 2 days after yesterday's discussion finally today Shan was protested.

Honestly, I'm very dag-dig-dug because I've never experienced this situation. But I can't show it in front of Shan. I need to be strong, remember!

This morning Shan has been bathed, I have worn comfortable clothes also for chemo in a moment. It's true that since I've been here I've never worn Shan's hospital clothes. Because what? Emm didn't papa anyway, let him feel no more sick. Let him feel like he usually wears regular clothes. Sometimes he wears clothes as he pleases. I don't limit his desire. What matters is that he is happy.

"Where are we going anyway? Tumben really Sunday Shan early in the morning shower."

I laughed a little at hearing that. True what Shan said, it was tumben once he took a bath in the morning, usually mah still molor.

I then led Shan out of the room to see Dr. Hans.

For these 2 days Shan has been in a good relationship with doctor Hans. This boy is very familiar.

Shan ran and hugged the doctor. The doctor also immediately welcomed Shan's embrace.

How can my child be treated like that?

"Where's Shan? Shan is ready?"

"Where are we going Doc?"

Doctor Hans immediately looked at me, as if asking, 'Lohh Shan has not been told?' sir?'

Yes sorry, end confused anyway want to tell Shan how. Afraid that the boy will be scared.

Dr. Hans now took Shan's hand. He stepped up to take Shan to a room, and I followed behind.

As soon as a door was opened, a large infusion pole was plastered with various kinds of intravenous fluids hanging there. Nothing yet, Shan jumped straight at my feet.

"Papa Shan is scared!"

"Eh Shan, no dear papa. That's not for you. You misunderstood Shan." I said, trying to minimize Shan's anxiety, but yes, it's unlikely to work.

"Papa hicks..." Right, it can't work. Shan was now crying while tightly hugging both of my legs.

Doctor Hans started to persuade Shan, he stroked Shan's head crest repeatedly. "Shan, why is Shan crying hm? What is Shan afraid of?"

"Shan doesn't want to, Shan wants to go home. Let's go back to my room. Shan doesn't want to be here."

Ouch...

Dr. Hans hasn't given up, now he's cupping Shan's cheeks. She pointed at Shan's face to look him in the eye.

"Shan didn't want the same promise Shan made yesterday?"

Either there was a miracle of the world from where suddenly Shan's cry instantly stopped in an instant. I don't know this kid like that.

"Sorry doctor Hans..."

Lohhhh???

I'm getting made dizzy seven-round by Shan now.

Doctor Hans started sticking his hand out at Shan, and the boy finally let go of his grip on my leg and now he's grabbing the doctor's hand.

Shan is now taken with Dr. Hans to a chair. Not a chair, but a sofa that looks very comfortable and soft.

"Shan wants to sit on my own with his papa?" ask doctor Hans.

Shan looked at me briefly and then replied. "Sit down by yourself."

Oh, okay. Good, independent boy. Now his papa is of no use, son.

"Emm it's better on his papa bench than Shan." Donter Hans suddenly said that. Me and Shan according to.

Shan was now comfortably on my lap. And before long some nurses came to our place while carrying a box made of iron or aluminum, I don't know. I'm not a medic.

Some needles by Dr. Hans were removed from there. Instantly Shan's body in my lap felt stiffened.

I tried to stroke her little back slowly. Relax Shan, calm down...

Doctor Hans took another chair and sat down on the chair that led to me and Shan.

"Shan can I borrow his hand for a moment?"

Shan wanted to give his left hand to Dr. Hans, but the other hand was the right hand squeezing the edge of the shirt I was wearing. He was really scared, really scared.

I finally chose to lean his head against my chest and close his eyes with my palm because Shan would be injected soon.

"AAAAAKKKKHHH PAPA SORETT!!!!" shan screamed as the syringe had already managed to enter through the rebound.

The crying is inevitable. Shan even rebelled, thrashing for immediate release. This little boy is really very strong. I was overwhelmed even with the help of two other nurses who were holding her back.

"Shan... It's just a minute, baby. Papa please..."

Shan's cries and moans managed to make me mentally weak instantly. I feel like I want to despair. I want to scream to stop all this.

Doctor Hans even strengthened me. He didn't stop saying encouraging words to me and Shan either.

For 1 full hour Shan spent crying during chemo. Now that all the drugs have entered Shan's body, the syringe can be removed now.

Shan was still crying. Both eyes are very swollen, the tears he released are now only a little because maybe in there the shelter has been drained.

"Shan already. Shan's great, Shan's a smart kid." said Dr. Hans after sticking a pink plaster with flowers on the injection marks on Shan's arm.

Shan was still crying. I finally returned to the ward to calm Shan's cries.

"It's a cup of cups..." I lay Shan's body on the bed and then cheered him up.

I unceasingly hugged her and kissed the part of her arm that had just been injected, hoping that Shan would soon forget the location of the pain.

"Shan wants milk? Papa makein, baby?"

I then went to the nightstand and made Shan milk from the tramos because of the pity of seeing the boy who seemed very thirsty.

"It's darling..." Shan who was still crying got up from his position and now sat alone.

"Pinter unfortunately papa." I helped him drink from a glass. And right, Shan was really thirsty, in one gulp the glass of milk was gone.

I then laid her body back down. Before I went up to help him, I put the glass away to the table so as not to be knocked over. I haven't taken one step, all of a sudden...

"HOEKKKKKK!"

~tbc....