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do not understand the pain and suffering that a burn survivor goes through,
sometimes it may continue for years from the initial burn incident. The
complications of wound healing and also contracture sometimes get into the way
of healing and makes it difficult for a burn survivor to lead a normal life. Treatment
and managing the after effect of burns can be a lifelong process.
Furthermore, burn care is one of the most complicated and expensive treatment
at the hospital.
nearly died in a fire at 6 years old. Since then, she has gone through numerous
surgeries throughout her young life.
the challenges and odds against her, Fatimah entered high school and continued
with her studies at the University of St. Thomas. However, her studies were often
disrupted with her medical needs.
is a kind and caring lady who often shares her experiences with newer burn
survivors on how to cope with their burn injuries. Although she has her own
life challenges, she often motivates and encourage people not to give up,
especially those who are undergoing dark moments in their life.
of Fatimah’s hobby is cooking, she loves preparing delicious food for her
family. She dreams of starting a restaurant business. Some of the food cooked by her:-
at 27 years old, she still has to undergo an operation on her head as her wound
has gotten deeper and could not heal. The last skin graft did not stick,
leaving her skull exposed. Going for a surgery is stressful enough, with the
added expenses, she constantly worries about finances.
help Fatimah to collect enough funds for her next surgery, give her a chance in
life, with hope, this surgery would make a difference. She has set up a go
fundme account:- Fundraiser by Fatimah
The birth of Patrick changed my marriage life from the two of us to the three of us, a family. We were excited, happy, worried followed by all kind of emotions for our baby son. So many things to learn, to experience. Breastfeeding, constant thoughts on our baby's well being especially when his jaundice appeared to rise during his first month. The lacking of sleep. There were moments I observed his breathing while he slept. We were amazed by every new mannerisms that Patrick displayed. We were so charmed when he first smiled to us. I would observed how gently my husband would treat Patrick and how Patrick would looked up to him, listening to his every word. Mummy supporting and loving baby We were enjoying ourselves as new parents until something happened in the middle of November 2017 that changed our lives forever. "There is something not right with his stools." My sister in law remarked to me while I tiredly changed Patrick's diapers. Menta
I have been encouraged by Cordelia Lee to explore my creative side, she has inspired me to use poetry as a form of self-expression. I find that poetry allows me to express myself in a different way. Though I have to admit, it is still a struggle for me to find the words to express myself. Recently, I was moved for the first time to submit my poetry for an anthology http://www.singlitstation.com/thousandcranes . (Image of poster taken from singlitstation.com) The theme and subject matter somewhat speak to me. The topic of coping with illnesses and death can be a taboo topic and yet all of us will die one day. On the other hand, if we were given a life of immortality without pain and suffering, can we truly live? Will we appreciate our moments in life and the opportunities given to us? Or do we feel empty without a purpose? Indeed, this is not an easy question to answer. I felt good after writing the poem. It gave me a different outlet to express m
I looked at his pale face and frail body on the hospital bed. Lines and tubes on his legs and neck. There was a bag at the right side with yellowish looking water inside. The liquid was not urine but water which had to be pumped out from his stomach cavity. It was difficult to see someone whom you have known since young to look so weak. He had lost weight and aged considerably. It was the second day of Chinese New Year. My sister and I took a trip down to Kuala Lumpur to visit relatives. We visited a cousin at the High Dependency Unit, he had liver cancer and was complaining of diarrhea. Visiting hours were 11.30am to 1.30am and 5.30pm to 7.30pm. We had to take turns going in as only 2 guests at a time are allowed. Despite having the experience of a prolonged stay at the hospital and being immobile, I was tongue tied. I didn’t know what to say or how to comfort him. I could only share with him of my previous struggle at the hospital. On our second visit bef