The RoofTop Girl's
Survive son...
This part of the time, reminds me of another disease that makes a beautiful young mother go forever. She died in an old pregnancy in mid-July. Cared for the ICU, but regrettably, the baby has not been released so he died with her. Goodbye my friend and senior, God loves you. Husnul khatimah Ns. Noza Arizona, S. Kep with baby grandpa.
Allahumma firlaha warhamha waafiha wafuanha...
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Auroras
That same afternoon, Papa took her to the hospital. His face was pale, white as paper. If true guesses, this is a cancer that can turn aggressive in a short time, he can only resign with his baby.
Direct blood tests are performed while they are still at IGD, while tissue biopsy checks on something prominent in the area********** was performed the next day.
He is very grateful for the development of the world of health and medicine has been so advanced at this time, so there is no need to wait a long time to know the exact results of the diagnosis of the disease. And a team of doctors diagnosed her with non-hodgkin's Lympoma, a stage 2 lymph node cancer, exactly as she suspected.
This cancer can be cured with patients who have a strong immune system, a young age factor and no other concomitant diseases. But the damning thing in his case is because he is currently pregnant. Stem transplants are a great way to eliminate cancer cells, but chemotherapy must be done first, and obviously option chemotherapy is not recommended for him at this time.
The only way is to sacrifice the baby, and he balked when om Freedy, the papa doctor's colleague who handled it conveyed it.
"Nothing is sacrificed. If I have to die, I'll die with my baby." Said cold.
"Hey...What do you think? We're here to find a solution, nobody's talking about dying!" Om Freedy growling.
"You know for yourself we're now racing against time, that cancer can turn aggressive at any time, while your pregnancy makes the doctor's actions limited to biological therapy only." This time Freedy's voice softened a little, more to persuade.
"There's another solution, but fifty fifty. Maybe we can give birth to the baby prematurely at 28 weeks, which is important the baby's lungs are already able to expand outside the uterus, then intensive care." Papa spoke bitterly with a very difficult gaze he interpreted.
He was stunned, silent for quite a while then let out a long sigh, "Rora believes papa, Rora leave all the decisions to papa." He said quietly while staring at papa and om Freedy alternately.
"For a while it might be an alternative, but waiting for 28 weeks of pregnancy, we can't guarantee that cancer cells don't continue to grow."
"One more month, maybe one month time lag to 28 weeks we can drop with high immunity therapy that does not harm the baby." This time papa talk steady, whether it's to build his spirit or what, obviously papa look optimistic.
Slowly, Freedy agreed. Just then the door of his room opened, bringing up Fatih's face there, making her who had been firm immediately tidied up and wanted to cry in the man's arms.
Fatih greeted papa and om Freedy before turning to her, Fatih hugged her tightly, tightly. They were silent, Fatih did not speak, nor did he, as if at a loss for all words, cry in silence.
Papa and Freedy left them both in the room. Being in Fatih's sturdy arm, he felt safe and protected, he believed everything would be fine, all is well.
Under the bright lights of the hospital room, Fatih clasped his hands. "Just tell me what should I do to help you."
He nodded slowly.
Fatih cupped his face and twisted it until they saw each other." I promise you Ra. You just have to tell me what to do to help. I just want you to heal."
In front of Fatih, he nodded.
"Promise?"
Fatih smile. In that instant, he felt a warmth flowing through his body. When Fatih grabbed him and kissed him on the forehead, he knew he would be healed.
Entirely.
.
.
.
Finally, papa's offer to give birth to her baby prematurely was approved by the team of doctors who handled it. Four whole weeks waiting for her baby's lungs to expand outside the uterus. And today, there was born a tiny, very tiny baby weighing only 1950 grams.
He cried when he saw how fragile and tiny the baby was, "Hold my boy.." whispered softly. Well, that's the only prayer he can give his baby, a baby who should still be sleeping soundly in the womb, who should still be sharing food with him in the stomach. But it must be removed in very appalling conditions.
But she believes he will give his best for the baby. There is a mother, mother Sonia and also mommy Byan who will take care of her baby during her therapy period. The baby is surrounded by angels without wings, the baby will be strong and able to survive.
Seeing his family who loved him so much and Fatih who never let go of his hands made his desire to live more so. He will not lose this disease, he will not.
Fatih has moved again to domestic flights since knowing the disease, although it does not reduce stress levels while working, almost the same actually. He knew very well that Fatih's work was vulnerable to stress, a pilot taking full responsibility for all crew and passengers while flying. When landing, high concentration is needed, because the pilot must maintain the speed of the plane, adjust the glide point, read the weather, to pay attention to fuel adequacy.
And when he came home, Fatih had to face the reality of his illness. So as to make it look as strong as possible in front of Fatih, she always wears makeup to cover her pale face, smiling cheerfully in front of the man.
Like tonight, and the nights before, Fatih would faithfully accompany him. Fatih did not consider her at all sick, whether it was just self-defense, he did not know.
Gently, Fatih cupped the side of her face and landed a kiss on her lips. Countless times he felt the kiss, in fact he still did not feel immune.
Every time Fatih touts him, Fatih always manages to make him want more. Fatih had always known how to cradle, and to disperse all of his head with just the man's fondling. Fatih always knew how to indulge him, without even needing to be asked.
One thing is for sure, Fatih always knows how to love. Because Fatih learned the same thing. Loving the man unconditionally, like Fatih who loves him without having to sue.
"Why stop?" He asked, when he realized Fatih no longer kissed him.
"Thank you and I love you."
Fatih kissed him again, this time feeling more demanding than before. He wrapped his arms around the man's neck and returned Fatih's kiss with the same demands.
He just wanted Fatih to know that he wanted the man. Always wanted.
To be Continue
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