Friday, 18 September 2009

Hari Raya Ini

Hari Raya ini mengingatkan penulis tentang banyak perkara.
Kenangan dari penulis kecil dulu sehingga sekarang. Terlalu banyak kenangan. Kenangan manis, pahit, masin, tawar pun ada juga. Namun apa yang selalu mengingatkan penulis ketika muncul raya ialah kesyukuran. Penulis bersyukur mempunyai ibu bapa yang kalau saya mahu katakan tidak malu dan tidak segan saya mahu katakan penulis mempunyai ibu bapa tahap 6 bintang,7 bintang dan berbintang-bintang.

Sebagai anak terlalu banyak dosa saya kepada mereka berbanding kegembiraan yang saya beri kepada mereka. Kalau mau cerita satu per satu memang tidak cukup ruang. Dengan membawa saya ke dunia ini mereka sudah cukup berjasa. Saya amat bertuah kerana dibesarkan dalam keadaan yang baik dan diberikan didikan yang mencukupi. Tanpa mereka tidak akan saya mampu berdiri sehingga hari ini dalam keadaan sebegini. Berapa banyak titisan air mata mereka mengalir kerana saya. Maafkan saya dosa saya. Ibu bapa saya pernah susah suatu masa dahulu, namun mereka masih ingin berikan terbaik kepada saya. Saya di sini ingin mengucapkan ribuan terima kasih kepada mereka. Tidak apa yang aku pinta, cuma kemaafan daripada mereka. Hari Raya ini menandakan saya akan berjauhan lagi dgn ibu bapa tercinta tak lama lagi.

Selamat Hari Raya Maaf Zahir dan Batin

Tuesday, 15 September 2009

Mudah Lupa

Nampaknya ramai di antara kita yang leka bahawa kita semakin hari semakin dipijak kepalanya.
Bangsa dan agama kita semakin dicabar dan diperlekeh. Namun perlukah kita salahkan pihak lawan kita? Atau kita perlu bermuhasabah diri dan meneliti sekiranya ada perkara yang kita terlupa dan terleka sehingga kita diperlakukan sedemikian rupa?

Pada pendapat penulis, tiada siapa yang perlu disalahkan, tetapi diri kita sendiri perlu disalahkan. Orang kita sendiri tidak mahu bersatu dan tidak mahu berusaha untuk bersaing dengan bangsa lain. Penulis sendiri berasa sedih melihat keadaan tersebut kerana penulis dibesarkan dalam keadaan berbilang kaum dan penulis dapat merasa betapa kita diperkecilkan oleh bangsa lain. Perjuangan demi perjuangan digerakkan oleh nenek moyang kita satu masa dahulu untuk membantu bangsa kita. Suatu masa dahulu, kita nampak amat stabil, tetapi masa demi berlalu kedudukan kita semakin terhakis dan mungkin satu hari nanti kita akan menjadi pelarian atau peminta sedekah di tanah milik sendiri?

Nampaknya mentaliti kita masih belum berkembang dan masih tidak mahu mengamalkan dasar pandang ke hadapan. Kita masih memikirkan sesuatu untuk jangka masa pendek. Kita mempunyai semangat yang berkobar-kobar untuk bersaing dan berjuang namun teknik dan taktik kita berjuang yang salah telah menjadikan kita seperti badut di sarkas. Namun lucunya dalam kita sendiri masih ada pihak yang menggelar bangsa dan agama kita sendiri badut sarkas. Kalau kita lihat dengan teliti siapa yang men"sarkas"kan diri dan keadaan. Terpulang pada semua untuk menilai. Apakah kita tidak ada cara lain untuk berjuang? Perlukah kekerasan dan ke"samseng"an pada setiap masa untuk membuktikan perjuangan kita? Tidakkah kita sedar setiap kali ada pihak yang mahu "berjuang" , semua bangsa dalam pihak tersebut akan memberikan sokongan penuh namun bila ada tiba masanya untuk turun padang untuk "berjuang" hanya bangsa kita sahaja yang menjadi badut di tengah jalan. Tidakkah benda sedemikian akan lebih memburukkan keadaan dan imej agama kita kepada dunia? Barat mengatakan Islam itu Pengganas? Mahu salahkan Barat? Ya benar mereka salah? Cara melawan? Dengan keganasan? Bukankah itu mengiyakan lagi "keganasan" kita? Lainlah seperti di negara yang seperti Palestin, itu wajib untuk mereka berjuang mempertahankan. Nampaknya dalam konteks negara kita sendiri, kita boleh lihat kita masih lagi tidak matang dalam bersaing dengan bangsa lain setelah 52 tahun merdeka. Bersainglah dengan cara yang sihat, buanglah sikap iri hati sama sendiri, dan dalam setiap perjuangan jangan terlalu mudah puas hati. Perjuangan itu tidak ada penghujungnya.

Melihat kepada kematangan, penulis teringat satu forum yang diadakan di tempat penulis belajar. Ahli panelnya merupakan mahasiswa. Penulis teringat tentang satu ahli panel yang sedang membincangkan tentang menuntut ilmu sains dalam Bahasa Inggeris. Mereka lantang menyuarakan bahawa perkara ini akan menjatuhkan martabat kerana kita akan lupa mengenai bahasa kita sendiri dan mengapa tidak kita kembali ke Bahasa asal kita ataupun beri peluang untuk belajar ilmu sains dalam Bahasa Arab? Kalau kita lihat dan berfikir secara cetek, mungkin kita akan bersetuju dengan hal tersebut. Namun mari kita lihat, secara mudah ilmu sains yang suatu masa dahulu dikuasai oleh Islam dan telah ditulis dalam Bahasa Arab tetapi telah dicedok oleh golongan Barat dan mereka telah akui itu merupakan hasil mereka? Penulis ingin membawa pembaca untuk sama-sama membuka minda. Apakah golongan Barat ini tidak belajar ilmu sains yang awalnya dalam Bahasa Arab sebelum menguasainya sehingga mereka mencapai tahap dapat menulis bahan untuk ilmu sains dalam Bahasa Inggeris? Apakah dengan suatu masa dahulu mereka belajar dalam Bahasa orang lain telah menyebabkan mereka telah melupakan Bahasa Inggeris mereka? Penulis percaya dan berpendapat bahawa kita sebagai umat Islam perlu memetamoforsiskan diri untuk menguasai pelbagai bahasa agar kita tidak ketinggalan. Kuasai Bahasa Inggeris untuk ilmu-ilmu yang bahannya dalam Bahasa Inggeris dan Kuasailah Bahasa Arab untuk mempelajari ilmu-ilmu yang bahannya dalam Bahasa Arab. Semua bahasa ada gunanya, tidak lupa juga untuk menguasai Bahasa Melayu/Bahasa Malaysia kita. Siapa tahu satu hari nanti Bahasa kita pula akan menjadi kuasa besar dalam bidang Bahasa di dunia kerana apabila bangsa kita sudah cukup kuat dan cukup menguasai ilmu tentunya kita mampu untuk mengeluarkan bahan ilmiah "original" dalam Bahasa Melayu. Pada waktu itu, orang akan berkejaran untuk mempelajari Bahasa Melayu kerana amat berguna untuk kegunaan ilmiah. Fikirlah dengan mendalam dan untuk jangka masa panjang. Janganlah kita cepat melatah kerana hal yang diperbesarkan oleh suatu pihak untuk kepentingan mereka sendiri. Pengalaman saya sendiri dalam konteks ini semasa bertugas di ward Hospital Queen Elizabeth Kota Kinabalu, semua pelajar perubatan menuntut dalam Bahasa Inggeris, namun apabila berinteraksi dengan pesakit, kami menggunakan Bahasa Melayu, Bahasa Cina mahupun Bahasa Dusun. Adakah dengan mempelajari ilmu perubatan dengan bahasa asing selama 6 tahun akan menyebabkan kita lupa dengan bahasa kita sendiri? Tepuk dada dan tanya selera. Kadang-kadang penulis berasa lucu mendengar orang-orang yang berfikiran pendek bersandiwara, bersemangat dan lantang menyuarakan pendapat mereka yang agak "bijak". Berfikir dalam sebelum bersuara kalau tidak status anda yang berpelajaran akan dipertikaikan dan orang akan mengatakan anda bodoh. Maafkan saya menggunakan perkataan tersebut.

Kesimpulannya di sini, untuk menaikkan martabatkan Bangsa dan Agama kita, kita sendiri harus berusaha dan memperbanyak ilmu di dada serta mematangkan diri kita.

Saturday, 5 September 2009

Goodbye Female Medical Ward Unit 2 Queen Elizabeth Hospital


Finally, today, the 5th of September 2009 I have finish my elective posting (attachment) in Queen Elizabeth Hospital. Three weeks of attachment starting from 18th of August 2009.

It started from the first day where I went there to report duty in the main office. After that I was assigned to Dr. Michelle a hematology specialist. I was actually assigned to medical department. Since I am a new medical student, just going to be in 3rd year, Dr. Michelle decided to put me in the Female Medical Ward Unit 2. It is a general ward where we can see variety of cases.

Basically my first day, I was in the general clinic under Dr. Chu. There, I found it really hard because I was asked a lot of question. Since I didn't do any preparation, I can't really answer his question. He told me to study hard sarcastically. It was the end of my first day.

My 2nd day was even more tough, I introduce myself to Dr Leslie, a MO in the ward. He asked me lots of question and I still can't answer the question much. Again I was asked to study hard. My 3rd day and later on seems getting better. I got lots of question such as what can u learn in the ward as a 2nd year student. I ignored because I know I can learn anything I want there. Besides learning medical stuff, I also learn lots of other things such as the spirit of a doctor, how's doctor's life will be in future and also team spirit.

There I learn to do physical examination which I never learn as a pre-clinical student in my place. Besides, I learn to do lots of things. Blood sampling, abdominal tapping, lumbar puncture , central vein placement and also life saving skill. I also learnt to communicate with patients, I start to learn to understand patient feelings and also started to learn that not all of us are very lucky in this world. Lots of situation in the ward touched my feelings. I am asking myself do I really deserve to be a doctor? My first few days in the ward made me hate to go but as time goes by I started to fall in love with this job. I am sure I really want this job. After keeping this ambition for 17 years, now I can be very sure, I really want to be a doctor. I don't mind being tired after all day round. I don't mind be scolded by the specialist or MOs. It's my passion.

Here, I would like to thank Dr Hanizam Jaafar, specialist in the ward, MOs, Dr Leslie and Dr Wong not to forget my two best friend and also my great teacher, Dr Ho Hee Khen and Dr Chua Seng Hui and also Dr. Syazwan Jeffrey, my senior in High School. Thanks for teaching me a lot of things. I also would like to thank the Sister and Staff Nurses such as Staff Nurse Rosani, Nancy and Zainab for teaching me lots of basic skills. Not to forget student nurses, Nur Izaidah, Azyan, Fauziah, Heneritta, Ivin, Ivonne, Jeaniffer, Hafizah for your help in the ward, I wish you all the best. Jeaniffer I'll always remember how you wrote on the temperatute an BP chart for people who has fever and high BP. You wrote there "Informmed Dr. Wan" funny, I am just a student. It's ok that's what I'll remember for always. What makes me comfortable in the ward is their laughter and warmness. It feels like a family in the ward. To the patients, I pray that you all will get well soon thanks for your cooperation for letting examine all of you. Another funny experience a patient a student from boarding school said " Doctor can you give me MC?" I answered, " I can't, but the HOs can give you one". A lot of funny things. Patient's family member asking me when are they going to be discharge and many more, I also would like to thank a special MA student far away in Kedah for always giving me a lot of informations although she is having exam. I have no doubt that you are much better than me. Thanks Pamela Daine. Wish you all the best.

Last but not least, I will miss Female Medical Unit 2, I hope to see all of you again in future. Please pray for my success. This special experience and memories in the ward will be kept with forever. I'll miss those time there especially when I am back there in Cairo. Adios......

Wednesday, 2 September 2009

Story of someone....

Another story of a person I know whom I know very well.

This person was born about 19 years ago in a small place in our country. After a year he was brought to the city of his state. There he was brought up by his parents. His parents was strict and yet loving towards him. Since he was small he always hear a line from his father "study hard, get good results and get scholarship". He asked why? His father answered " I am not a wealthy person." Then he understand that in order to continue his study next time, he needs to struggle hard. One day, when he was 3 years old, he saw a great person in the television. That person was our 4th Prime Minister Tun Dr. Mahathir Bin Mohammed. That boy asked his father, "How to be a doctor like him?" His father replied, "You need to study hard. It's not easy even to get into a medical school. Besides you need a lot of money to study medicine."

Since that day onwards, this boy keep a dream to be a doctor. Whenever people asked him about his ambition, he answered that he wants to be a doctor. Some of them gave him support while some of them just smiled. He get his early education in a Kindergarten when he was four. Then he went to a primary school. He wasn't a great student in the early stage. His parents were always upset by his results. Since is always in the 6th and 7th position in class. It was until he went into primary 3 where he made some miracle to get 1st in class. Then, he sat for a special exam called PTS. Again he succeed and get into primary 5 without going into primary 4. As usual he needs to sit for UPSR. Again he scored straight A's in UPSR. Seems a nice flow. He got offer from a science boarding school but he declined the offer.

Till he get into Secondary school, again life is like a roller coaster, sometimes up and sometimes down. Again his result drop like hell. Sorry for using the harsh word. Again he gets scolding and some "rattan" from his parents. He told me that it's a usual way of his parents to get him discipline. Well I guess thanks to his parents again he did a miracle in his PMR by getting straight 8 A's. Boy of luck. That's what people called him. Again he got another offer from the same boarding school and again he declined. Then in his high school phase he found a hard time to go through everything. However he knew that he is going to sit for SPM which will determine if he can achieve his so called ambition, a doctor. Yes again he made some miracle to score all A's but there's catch a B for biology. By getting a B for biology may wipe off all his hope to be a doctor. His teacher told him in Malay " Macam mana mau jadi doktor, Bio kamu B, percaya dengan cikgu, kamu takkan dapat punya" However he didn't give up his ambition. He applied every scholarship. He was rejected every time. His parents started to get upset because he is too stubborn for not giving up his dreams. It was until one day, a friend of him told him that there's a scholarship offer for a medical school in a place overseas. He applied and he got it. After all those hectic and depressing moment after his results.

Now that friend of mine is a 3rd year medical student. He went through hard time during his first year by repeating 2 subjects. Luckily he passed them in the summer exam. 2nd year he did better, he passed everything in one go. He is not excellent actually but what he always tell me and people is never give up with your dreams. Don't bother what people say. Go for your dream because you'll never know if your dreams will come true. His spirit should be an example to everyone.