Packing Our Bags.. Time To Go..

It was the 1st of June 2009. The date for my scheduled operation was coming very near (the next day! Yikes!). I had only told my whole family and several close friends about the operation that I am about to go through. Since it was the last day before I go under the knife and be knocked out, my dear husband took me out to buy some supplies we would need for our brief stay at the hospital. We went to Jusco Taman Equine to get some lunch and buy some groceries and disposables. Then we stopped by at Alamanda to stock up on things we didn't get at Jusco and then just hang out together.

Later that evening, my family came and did a small kenduri doa selamat for me. Even though my mother didn't show it I think she was a bit worried about the whole thing since none of her children had undergone a huge surgery before. My siblings were joking with me and making fun at each other as always but I sensed there was a solemness behind all that. I guess they were also worried about the operation thingie.

After everyone had left, we packed our bags for a week with basic essentials. It seems like we were packing for a holiday but in truth we were not. I packed a week's supply of day and night wear (mostly t-shirts and comfy trousers), kain sarong, thick socks, disposables and non disposable undies, my toiletries, a soft jacket in case I get cold and also lots of books. My dear friend gave me a round soft beanbag yellow ball with a smiley on it for luck. I brought that too. My dear husband packed his t-shirts, work clothes (in case he needed to go for a meeting from the hospital), night clothes, extra blankets, his kain pelikat, prayer mat and his essential toiletries. We even packed some candies (ok, it was me! hehe..) and all the supplies that we bought that day. My husband had arranged for our insurance officer to meet us there the next day and he had also packed all the necessary documents alongside our own personal file of my medical documents.

As it was time for bed, I laid down with all sorts of thoughts going through my head non stop. My husband held my hand and told me not to worry and we went to sleep. I think I didn't dream anything that night. It was a peaceful slumber. I hope everything goes well with the operation tomorrow. Please pray for us ya! ( ^_^ )