Dream

Last year, when my Oma was hospitalized for about 3 weeks, I kept praying to God, "Please heal her, give her at least another 2 years, until my graduation." And I used to imagine the day I would graduate as "Dokter", I would wear my robe, along with the hat, came into Oma's room, and told her proudly. "I'm a doctor, Oma!" And she would smile happily as I was the only grandkid so far who followed my grandpa's and mom's career. I replayed the scene over and over because she was the motivation I still survived in this study. As the time goes by, I imagined two scenes, one is for my "Sarjana Kedokteran" graduation, and the second is what was mentioned above. The script was the same, I was preparing to wear the robe and the hat, I surprised my Oma in her room and of course, she would smile... widely... as she used to do everytime I opened her door.

Last month, when Oma was hospitalized for the last time, I kept praying to God, "Please heal her, give her some time, at least until my uncle's arrival (which was the day she died)." And we tried so hard to keep her alive. We told her that my sister would return from Malaysia (6 days before), her sister would return from Australia (5 days before), I would graduate (1 day before), and surely, my uncle's arrival - which was too late. Anything to give her more strength, more motivation. And I would never imagine that in the day that I graduated as "Sarjana Kedokteran", the scene would be totally different. With only t-shirt, shorts, and flip flops (as I had washed my hairsprayed hair and make-up face) and a bag of robe and hat, I would enter Oma's room in hospital. I wore a mask, smiled to her, hoping that she was conscious, but she was sleeping with her mouth wide opened. And I would never imagine that that day, I would take a picture with her in an unconscious state. But that was happened. And I want to punish myself because when she woke up, I didn't tell her that I had graduated, that I was "S, Ked." then. Because if I had told her, MAYBE... she would be happier and stronger, facing the day after, waiting for her beloved son. And of course I would never imagine that that was the last time I saw her alive...

People said that I had to let her go and I told them I did. But as time goes by, I kept tracing back her symptoms, what must be done and what mustn't be done. It was really hard to let her go, sorry... it IS hard to let her go.