Showing posts with label medicine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label medicine. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Book review: The Fault in Our Stars by John Green

NO SPOILERS! (So if you haven’t read the book you can still read this post, and oh do you mind me asking why haven’t you?!)

I once wrote a post about this guy who was an 18 years old (then) amputee. We met during his follow up at the Orthopedic clinic one glorious day (to be frank I had no idea if that day was glorious, it could be gloomy for all I remember). If my memory served it right, he was the last patient that Friday therefore we talked longer than my previous patients (we allocated approximately ten minutes to interview patients who were recruited into our study – The Quality of Life among Lower Limb Amputees). To see the correlation of the character in review and him, read till the end. :) I did not just tricked you into reading this whole thing.

Into the book:
Augustus ‘Gus’ Waters just could not believe his eyes! One day he went to the support group and he saw  Hazel Grace Lancaster (who insisted on being called just Hazel and  bear a striking resemblance with his late girlfriend Caroline who succumbed to brain tumor ). Gus, eleven months in remission from osteosarcoma and Hazel, three years in remission for thyroid cancer with mets to lungs with long term oxygen therapy . He was seventeen and she was sixteen.

To sum up the book: two teenagers, young and in love, fighting the big C, and tragedy came like an uninvited house guest (might I warn this is NOT a spoiler as it was clearly written at the book’s cover)

The plot: all right. Predictable but still enjoyable.
The characters: lovable ( and that's why it hurts so much as according to Mr Green, it hurts because it mattered)

So should I read the book? I guessed you ask. Answer: YES! 

Have you a great book that made you smile and all 'awwh' (well not all the time obviously) but stabbed you right at the heart? As I was reading, I wonder how it was possible to finish since I had been having lump in my throat, tightness in my chest as I continued (but I did!). Oh, the feels. And that was why you must read it, because of the feels.

During Pediatric rotation just few months ago, I was posted at the Oncology ward where I met an eleven years old boy who has been diagnosed with Hodgkin’s Lymphoma (Stage III, in relapse, on palliative management). As I listened to his mother (and occasionally the father – cos he was tending to his son at the moment and no, I did not interrupt them, they let me) telling his story right from the beginning, I couldn’t help but feeling helpless, so tiny. This experience somewhat affected me as I could imagine it vividly like nightmares you tried so hard to forget, but they just wont let you)

Back to my first paragraph, young boy, amputee with a prosthesis, bright and optimistic, tall, lean and rather good looking (minus blue eyes) & of course his did not have a terminal disease but hey, I believed I once crossed stars with our very own Augustus Waters.

Almost casted as Augustus Waters. Too bad,  he certainly looked the part!
                                                                                     Don’t give it up just yet
                                                                                     Stay grand for one more minute

   -The Fault in Our Stars by Troye Sivan


Notes:
Written after reading it once, so if I got the figures/facts wrong, sorry.
Watch this space people, I'm back! I certainly hope so.

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Of life.

Assalamualaikum :)

The biggest problem with me? I procrastinate. There are so many things I want to share but then I keep - okay where do I start?

Another thing, I have the shortest attention span, I even put the goldfish to the wall of shame. One day I was going to comb my hair (comb was in the wardrobe) then I saw what a mess my clothes were, I began unloading them and re-folded them, and ended up not combing the hair, ahaha.

So you put them together, you arrive at this : (procrastinating like there's no tomorrow + unbeliavably short attention span = an abandoned blog)
That equation is going to be the end of me some day -big, dramatic sigh-

But today, it was different, this story, is not fabricated, not a product of my twisted imagination either and I feel the need to share with you.


Situation:
At the not so busy Orthopaedic clinic, holding the last file for today. Mr X, Malay, 18 years old, thick file, two volumes, serial of xrays. *what could be the problem*

Okay after doctor has attended to him I went to interview him. Before that, as a head-up, our group is doing a research on amputees and so far I've encountered many of them but this one, he was the youngest of all. Most of our patients are elderly, majority was secondary to diabetic.

Shall we see this chronologically? yes, we shall. He was born prematurely, at 7 months prior to his mother involving in an alleged MVA. Okay sweethearts, release your breath now, his mom was doing okay then, and now. But her little baby was diagnosed with Amniotic Band Syndrome and he had to undergo below knee amputation of his right leg. The surgery was performed when he was at day four of life. Day four of life, sweethearts.

I have this soft spot, where I think babies or infants to be precise they are all born pure, innocent and white and for them to get harmed in any way, it breaks my heart.

He started using prosthesis when he was 9 months, can you imagine poor baby struggling with that foreign material? how he must have felt, and as he grew up does he feel different, or out of place?

Otherwise he is a real pro right now, as he has been using the prosthesis for good 17 years. A black belt in taek wando, and a sepak takraw trainer, he really is something. Still, it pains me, someone so young and healthy living the life but who am I to complain when he himself is optimistic about his future?

That brings to another point. A friend once asked me, how did I feel about failing a paper? I shrugged, and answer nonchalantly, 'this is nothing, really, comparing to others out there who suffer much greater deal'

Honestly, what is failing a paper to famine? to losing a limb? to losing one's sight? to not having a family who supports you, backs you up whenever you screw up?

Hmm.


Points to ponder:
1)Let's get back to the Amazing Boy(this question was asked by Prof A) : Why does he need frequent follow up?
Because he is a paediatric amputee, his bone is still growing and we need to monitor if there's any bony spurs, cos it's painful you know having bone out of its place. Investigation ordered : Xray of the limb.

2)More about amniotic band syndrome.

3)More about prosthesis for sport.


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