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Dr Nurul Yaqeen, 2B-12, Level 2, Sunway Medical Center Velocity, Bagan Lalang (2025)

30/09/2025

“Disangka susah nafas kerana masalah jantung, rupanya…”

Setiap nafas adalah anugerah. Namun, bagi Encik Wong, 86 tahun, nafas yang sepatutnya menghidupkan, kini menjadi beban yang menyeksakan.

Beliau datang ke klinik saya dengan langkah yang berat, disokong oleh anak perempuannya yang kelihatan runsing. Wajahnya pucat, bibirnya kebiruan. Setiap tarikan nafas berbunyi seperti wisel lembut yang mendayu, penuh usaha.

“Doktor… doktor tolonglah ayah saya,” pinta anaknya, Su Lin, suara menggeletar. “Dua bulan ni, dia makin susah nak bernafas. Naik satu anak tangga pun macam nak panjat Gunung Kinabalu.”

Saya menghulurkan kerusi. “Sila duduk, Encik Wong. Ceritakan pada saya.”

Dengan suara yang tercungap-cungap, Encik Wong berkata, “Dulu… dulu saya kuat, doktor. Boleh buat kerja kebun. Sekarang… semangkuk nasi pun rasa macam batu.”

Misteri di Sebalik Susuk Jantung yang Sihat

Rupa-rupanya, ini bukanlah perhentian pertama mereka. Mereka telah berjumpa dengan rakan sejawat saya, pakar kardiologi yang terkenal.

“Kami dah buat scan jantung dan paru-paru,” jelas Su Lin sambil mengeluarkan sekumpulan laporan perubatan. “Tapi doktor jantung kata, jantung ayah saya baik saja. Ada sedikit masalah, tapi taklah teruk sampai sebabkan sesak nafas macam ni.”

Saya meneliti setiap laporan. Jantung memang stabil. Paru-paru pada scan kasar kelihatan normal. Tapi, naluri saya sebagai pakar paru-paru berbisik… ada sesuatu yang tidak kena. Sesak nafas yang progresif tanpa sebab jantung yang jelas adalah satu amaran.

“Encik Wong,” saya bertanya, peka pada setiap detil, “Ada batuk? Kahak? Demam? Turun berat badan?”

“Batuk sikit… kadang-kadang ada kahak berdarah,” jawabnya lirih.

Kahak berdarah. Tiga patah perkataan itu seperti loceng penggera di dalam kepala saya.

“Doktor jantung yang rawat ayah saya, dia cadangkan kami jumpa anda,” sambung Su Lin. “Dia kata, mungkin ‘silap alamat’.”

Saya mengangguk. “Bagus juga dia cakap macam tu. Kadang-kadang, punca sesak nafas bukan di jantung, tapi di paip udara itu sendiri—di paru-paru. Kita kena tengok dalam.”

Memasuki Lorong Gelap: Detik-Detik Cemas Sebelum Bronkoskopi

Keputusan dibuat untuk melakukan bronkoskopi—sebuah prosedur di mana kamera kecil dimasukkan melalui hidung atau mulut untuk melihat secara langsung saluran pernafasan.

Di bilik persediaan, ketegangan terpancar jelas.
“Saya takut, doktor,” bisik Encik Wong, genggamannya erat pada tangan anaknya.
Saya memegang bahunya. “Encik Wong, saya akan tidurkan encik sebentar. Encik tak akan rasa apa-apa. Kita kena cari punca masalah ni, supaya kita boleh rawat.”

Su Lin memandang saya, matanya berkaca. “Doktor, selamatkan ayah saya.”

Prosedur bermula. Di bawah sedasi, Encik Wong kelihatan tenang. Saya mula mengarahkan skop fleksibel itu, meneroka setiap cabang saluran pernafasan. Kanan, bersih. Kiri atas, bersih. Semuanya kelihatan normal, dan untuk seketika, saya mula berasa runsing. Adakah saya tersilap?

Kemudian, saya sampai ke saluran pernafasan kiri bawah.

Dan di situlah saya melihatnya.

Sebuah ketulan. Ganas, tidak teratur, menyekat sebahagian besar saluran udara seperti penyumbat yang mengancam. Ia berdiam di sana, diam-diam menjadi dalang di sebalik penderitaan Encik Wong.

Jantung saya berdebar kencang. Inilah punca segala penderitaannya. Dengan berhati-hati, saya mengarahkan forsep kecil melalui bronkoskop, dan mengambil sampel tisu (biopsi) dari ketulan itu. Setiap gerakan mesti tepat. Satu silap langkah, boleh menyebabkan pendarahan.

“Dapat,” bisik saya kepada jururawat yang membantu.

Kebenaran Pahit yang Terungkap

Beberapa hari kemudian, keputusan biopsi tiba. Ia seperti menanti keputusan peperiksaan hidup dan mati.

Saya memanggil Su Lin dan Encik Wong ke pejabat saya. Udara terasa berat.
“Keputusan biopsi dah keluar,” saya mulakan, cuba untuk tetap tenang. “Apa yang kita nampak dalam paru-paru ayah tu… adalah kanser. Jenis adenocarcinoma.”

Su Lin menutup mulutnya, air matanya mengalir laju. Encik Wong hanya terdiam, pandangannya kosong, seolah-olah dunia di sekelilingnya runtuh.

“Kanser?” ulang Encik Wong perlahan-lahan. Suaranya hancur. “Saya dah tua… tapi saya belum bersedia…”

Saya duduk di sebelahnya. “Encik Wong, ini bukan pengakhirannya. Kita jumpa dia di peringkat awal kerana salurannya tersumbat dan ayah ada gejala. Ini sebenarnya nasib baik yang terselindung.”

Mata Su Lin bersinar dengan secercah harapan. “Maksud doktor?”

“Maksudnya, kita dah jumpa musuh kita. Sekarang, kita boleh lawan. Ada rawatan—kemoterapi, imunoterapi, terapi disasarkan. Usia bukan halangan untuk kita berusaha.”

Pegangan tangan Encik Wong di tongkatnya kelihatan semakin kukuh. “Saya… saya nak cuba, doktor. Nak bernafas dengan lega semula. Nak lihat cucu-cucu saya membesar.”

Detik itu, saya melihat satu semangat yang tidak mudah patah di sebalik tubuhnya yang uzur.

Pengajaran :

Kisah Encik Wong meninggalkan banyak pengajaran yang mengesankan :

1. Sesak Nafas Bukan Selamanya Jantung: Gejala sesak nafas mempunyai banyak ‘alamat’. Jantung adalah satu, tetapi paru-paru, saluran pernafasan, dan psikologi juga boleh menjadi punca. Jangan cepat membuat kesimpulan.

2. Pentingnya Pemeriksaan Menyeluruh: Scan yang kelihatan ‘normal’ tidak semestinya benar-benar normal. Pemeriksaan klinikal yang teliti dan prosedur seperti bronkoskopi adalah penting untuk melihat apa yang tidak dapat dilihat oleh mesin scan.

3. Suara Hati Seorang Pesakit: “Kahak berdarah” adalah gejala amaran (red flag). Jangan sekali-kali memandang ringan atau menganggapnya sebagai perkara biasa. Segera dapatkan nasihat perubatan.

4. Kanser Paru-Paru Boleh Menyerang Sesiapa Saja: Walaupun perokok mempunyai risiko tinggi, kanser paru-paru seperti adenocarcinoma juga boleh berlaku kepada mereka yang tidak pernah merokok.

5. Diagnosis Awal Menyelamatkan Nyawa: Jika Encik Wong tidak dirujuk, ketulan itu mungkin terus membesar dan merebak. Diagnosis melalui bronkoskopi memberikannya peluang untuk rawatan dan harapan.

Perjalanan Encik Wong belum selesai. Ia adalah sebuah perjalanan yang penuh dengan cabaran, tetapi kini dilalui dengan keberanian dan harapan. Setiap nafas barunya adalah kemenangan.

Jangan abaikan nafas anda. Dengarkan ia.

Jika anda atau orang tersayang mengalami masalah pernafasan yang berterusan, jangan tunggu. Dapatkan pemeriksaan menyeluruh.

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Gambar : Ketulan di salur pernafasan yang boleh dilihat melalui prosedur Bronkoskopi

Dr. Nurul Yaqeen
Pakar Perubatan Respiratori (Pakar Paru-Paru)

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"Breathing difficulties were thought to be due to a heart issue, but it turned out to be..."

Every breath is a gift. Yet, for Mr. Wong, 86 years old, the very breath that should give life had become a burdensome torment.

He came to my clinic with heavy steps, supported by his anxious-looking daughter. His face was pale, his lips bluish. Every breath he took sounded like a soft, laboured whistle.

"Doctor... please help my father," pleaded his daughter, Su Lin, her voice trembling. "For the past two months, it's been getting harder for him to breathe. Climbing just one step feels like climbing Mount Kinabalu."

I offered a chair. "Please sit, Mr. Wong. Tell me about it."

In a breathless voice, Mr. Wong said, "I used to be... strong, doctor. Could work in the garden. Now... even eating a bowl of rice feels like lifting a rock."

The Mystery Behind a Healthy Heart

It turned out this wasn't their first stop. They had already seen my colleague, a renowned cardiologist.

"We did a heart and lung scan," Su Lin explained, pulling out a stack of medical reports. "But the heart doctor said my father's heart is fine. There are minor issues, but not severe enough to cause breathlessness like this."

I scrutinized every report. The heart was indeed stable. The lungs on the initial scan looked normal. But my instinct as a lung specialist whispered... something was wrong. Progressive shortness of breath without a clear cardiac cause is a red flag.

"Mr. Wong," I asked, attentive to every detail, "Any cough? Phlegm? Fever? Weight loss?"

"A little cough... sometimes there's phlegm with blood," he whispered softly.

Phlegm with blood. Those three words were like an alarm bell in my head.

"The heart doctor who treated my father suggested we see you," Su Lin continued. "He said maybe we got the 'wrong address'."

I nodded. "It's good he said that. Sometimes, the cause of breathlessness isn't in the heart, but in the air pipes themselves—in the lungs. We need to look inside."

Entering the Dark Passage: The Anxious Moments Before the Bronchoscopy

The decision was made to perform a bronchoscopy—a procedure where a small camera is inserted through the nose or mouth to directly view the airways.

In the preparation room, the tension was palpable.
"I am scared, doctor," whispered Mr. Wong, his grip tight on his daughter's hand.
I held his shoulder. "Mr. Wong, I will put you to sleep for a while. You won't feel a thing. We need to find the cause of this problem so we can treat it."

Su Lin looked at me, her eyes glistening. "Doctor, please save my father."

The procedure began. Under sedation, Mr. Wong looked peaceful. I began guiding the flexible scope, exploring every branch of the respiratory tract. Right side, clear. Left upper, clear. Everything looked normal, and for a moment, I began to feel anxious. Had I been wrong?

Then, I reached the left lower airway.

And there I saw it.

A mass. Irregular, menacing, blocking most of the airway like a threatening plug. It sat there, silently the mastermind behind Mr. Wong's suffering.

My heart raced. This was the cause of all his suffering. Carefully, I guided small forceps through the bronchoscope and took a tissue sample (biopsy) from the mass. Every movement had to be precise. One wrong move could cause bleeding.

"Got it," I whispered to the assisting nurse.

The Bitter Truth Revealed

A few days later, the biopsy result arrived. It was like awaiting a life-or-death verdict.

I called Su Lin and Mr. Wong into my office. The air felt heavy.
"The biopsy results are out," I began, trying to remain calm. "What we saw in your father's lung... is cancer. The type is adenocarcinoma."

Su Lin covered her mouth, her tears flowing fast. Mr. Wong just sat silently, his gaze empty, as if the world around him had collapsed.

"Cancer?" Mr. Wong repeated slowly. His voice was shattered. "I'm old... but I'm not ready..."

I sat down beside him. "Mr. Wong, this is not the end. We found it at an early stage because his airway was blocked and he had symptoms. This is actually a blessing in disguise."

Su Lin's eyes shone with a glimmer of hope. "What do you mean, Doctor?"

"It means we have found our enemy. Now, we can fight. There are treatments—chemotherapy, immunotherapy, targeted therapy. Age is not a barrier for us to try."

Mr. Wong's grip on his walking stick seemed to tighten. "I... I want to try, doctor. I want to breathe easily again. I want to see my grandchildren grow up."

In that moment, I saw an unyielding spirit behind his aged body.

Lessons and Guidance

Mr. Wong's story leaves many touching lessons:

1. Shortness of Breath Doesn't Always Mean Heart: The symptom of breathlessness has many 'addresses'. The heart is one, but the lungs, airways, and psychology can also be the cause. Don't jump to conclusions.

2. The Importance of a Thorough Examination: A scan that looks 'normal' isn't necessarily truly normal. A careful clinical examination and procedures like bronchoscopy are crucial to see what machines cannot.

3. A Patient's Telling Symptom: "Coughing up blood" is a RED FLAG symptom. Never take it lightly or assume it's normal. Seek medical advice immediately.

4. Lung Cancer Can Affect Anyone: While smokers have a higher risk, lung cancers like adenocarcinoma can also occur in those who have never smoked.

5. Early Diagnosis Saves Lives: If Mr. Wong hadn't been referred, that mass might have continued to grow and spread. Diagnosis via bronchoscopy gave him a chance for treatment and hope.

Mr. Wong's journey isn't over. It is a journey filled with challenges, but now it's faced with courage and hope. Every new breath he takes is a victory.

Don't ignore your breath. Listen to it.

If you or a loved one experiences persistent breathing problems, don't wait. Get a thorough check-up.

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Dr. Nurul Yaqeen
Respiratory Medicine Specialist (Lung Specialist)

29/09/2025

"Begin with the End in Mind"

Dinginnya udara pagi di Wad ICU seakan-akan menusuk tulang. Monitor memancarkan cahaya hijau yang stabil, selari dengan desiran nafas Encik Hamid. Tangan beliau yang kasar, saksi seorang nelayan tua, terletak lemas di atas selimut.

Saya menghampiri. "Selamat pagi, Encik. Saya Dr. Nurul Yaqeen, pakar paru-paru yang jaga awak."

Matanya yang kelabu dan berkeruh akibat sakit, perlahan-lahan terbuka. Suaranya parau, hampir tidak kedengaran, di sebalik tiub oksigen yang membantunya bernafas. "Doktor... anak saya... dah sampai?"

Itulah soalan pertama beliau setiap pagi. Bukan soal sakit, bukan soal sesak, tetapi anak perempuannya yang bekerja di luar negara.

"Beliau dalam penerbangan, Encik. Tenang saja, ya?" Saya memegang tangannya. Dingin.

Beberapa minggu lalu, Encik Hamid dirujuk ke klinik saya dengan sesak nafas yang teruk dan batuk berdarah. Scans CT mendedahkan gambaran yang mengerikan: kanser paru-paru tahap lanjut, seperti jaring labah-labah ganas yang telah menjalar ke mana-mana.

"Encik Hamid," saya mulakan dalam sesi kaunseling, hati berat. "Keputusan scan kita..."

Beliau memotong, tenang yang menghairankan. "Saya tahu, Doktor. Saya boleh rasa dia dalam badan saya. Seperti ada orang lain yang hidup dalam diri saya."

"Berapa lama lagi saya ada?"

Soalan itu, yang sering dielakkan oleh pesakit, dilontarkannya dengan berani. Saya memberitahu beliau tentang rawatan paliatif, tentang kualiti hidup.

"Saya tak nak habiskan sisa hidup dalam hospital, Doktor. Saya nak tunggu anak saya pulang. Saya nak dengar suaranya, pegang tangannya sekali lagi. Saya tak mahu kemoterapi atau radioterapi. Itu saja."

Matanya memancarkan tekad yang tidak boleh saya pertikaikan. Itulah "end" yang beliau mahu fokuskan. Kami merancang segala-galanya dengan matlamat itu.

---

Malam itu, monitor berbunyi bising. Saturasi oksigen Encik Hamid menjunam. Saya terpanggil dari rumah.

"Kita kena intubate, Dr!" Jerit seorang jururawat muda.

Saya melihat wajahnya yang tenang walaupun sesak. Saya teringat kata-katanya. "Saya tak nak mesin, Doktor. Janganlah saya mati sendirian dalam bilik ini."

"Tunggu," suara saya tegas, memecah kesibukan. "Kita tidak akan intubate. Titik rawatan kita adalah untuk keselesaan beliau sekarang. Tolong berikan morphine dan pastikan beliau tidak rasa sesak."

Semua mata memandang saya. Keputusan yang sukar, berat, tetapi ia menghormati permintaan pesakit.

Saya duduk di sisinya, memegang tangannya lagi. "Encik Hamid, anak awak dah selamat mendarat. Dia dalam perjalanan. Bertahanlah."

Tangan beliau menggenggam tangan saya dengan kekuatan yang tidak disangka untuk seorang yang tenat. Seolah-olah dia mendengar.

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Pintu wad terbuka. Seorang wanita muda dengan mata bengkak dan baju travel yang kusut meluru masuk. "Ayah!"

Dia memeluk tubuh ayahnya yang lemah, menangis teresak-esak. Saya dan para jururawat memberi mereka ruang, hanya memerhati dari jauh, hati sebak.

Encik Hamid membuka matanya untuk kali terakhir. Senyuman tipis terukir di bibirnya. Dia mengangkat tangan, menyentuh p**i anaknya. Tiada kata yang keluar, tapi segalanya sudah terungkap. Selesai mengucap dua kalimah syahadah, tangannya terjatuh lemah di sisinya.

Monitor berbunyi panjang dan lantang. Garisan hijau menjadi mendatar.

Dia pergi. Tapi dia pergi dengan tenang. Mencapai pengakhirannya.

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Pengajaran & Penutup:

Perjalanan menjadi doktor paru-paru bukan sekadar membaca sinar-X dan memberi ubat. Ia adalah tentang memahami manusia di sebalik penyakit itu. Ia tentang thrill mengejar diagnosis, suspense menunggu respon rawatan, dan debaran membuat keputusan kritikal yang mempertaruhkan nyawa.

Yang paling menyentuh hati adalah kepercayaan yang diberikan oleh pesakit seperti Encik Hamid untuk kami membantu mereka melalui fasa terpenting dalam hidup mereka.

"Begin with the End in Mind" mengajar kita, baik sebagai doktor mahupun pesakit, untuk sentiasa jelas dengan apa yang kita mahukan di penghujung perjalanan. Adakah untuk rawatan semata ? Atau untuk pengakhiran yang tenang dan bermaruah? Perbincangan awal dengan doktor anda amat penting.

Jangan tunggu sehingga nafas menjadi satu beban. Jagalah paru-paru anda, dan sentiasa ada perancangan.

Jika anda atau orang tersayang mengalami masalah pernafasan yang berterusan, sesak nafas, atau batuk kronik, jangan lengah untuk dapatkan nasihat profesional.

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"Begin with the End in Mind"

The cold morning air in the ICU Ward seemed to cut to the bone. The monitor emitted a steady green light, in sync with Mr. Hamid’s breath. His coarse hands, bearing witness to a life as an old fisherman, lay limp on the blanket.

I approached. "Good morning, Sir. I'm Dr. Nurul Yaqeen, the respiratory specialist taking care of you."

His eyes, grey and clouded by illness, slowly opened. His voice was hoarse, almost inaudible, behind the oxygen tube that’s helping him to breathe. "Doctor... my daughter... has she arrived?"

That was his first question every morning. Not about the pain, not about the breathlessness, but about his daughter who worked abroad.

"She's on the flight, Sir. Just rest easy, okay?" I held his hand. It was cold.

A few weeks earlier, Mr. Hamid was referred to my clinic with severe breathlessness and a bloody cough. CT scans revealed a terrifying picture: advanced stage lung cancer, like a malignant spiderweb that had spread everywhere.

"Mr. Hamid," I began in the counselling session, my heart heavy. "The results of your scan..."

He cut me off, with a surprising calmness. "I know, Doctor. I can feel it in my body. It's like there's someone else living inside me."

"How long do I have left?"

That question, often avoided by patients, was thrown at me with bravery. I told him about palliative care, about quality of life.

"I don't want to spend my remaining life in a hospital, Doctor. I want to wait for my daughter to come home. I want to hear her voice, hold her hand one more time. I don’t want any chemotherapy or radiotherapy. That's all."

His eyes held a determination I could not challenge. That was the "end" he wanted to focus on. We planned everything with that goal in mind.

---

That night, the monitor alarm blared. Mr. Hamid's oxygen saturation plummeted. I was called in from home.

"We have to intubate him, Doctor!" a young nurse shouted.

I looked at his face, calm despite the struggle. I remembered his words. "I don't want machines, Doctor. Don't let me die alone in this room."

"Wait," my voice was firm, cutting through the commotion. "We will not intubate. Our goal of treatment now is for his comfort. Please administer morphine and ensure he doesn't feel breathless."

All eyes were on me. A difficult, weighty decision, but it respected the patient's wishes.

I sat by his side, holding his hand again. "Mr. Hamid, your daughter has landed safely. She is on her way. Hold on."

His hand gripped mine with a strength I didn't expect from a man so frail. As if he heard.

---

The ward door opened. A young woman with swollen eyes and dishevelled travel clothes rushed in. "Dad!"

She hugged her father's weak body, sobbing uncontrollably. The nurses and I gave them space, just watching from a distance, our hearts heavy.

Mr. Hamid opened his eyes one last time. A faint smile touched his lips. He raised a hand, touched his daughter's cheek. No words came out, but everything was said. After saying his syahadah, his hand fell to his side.

The monitor sounded a long, loud beep. The green line turned flat.

He was gone. But he left peacefully. He had reached his end.

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Lesson & Closing:

The journey to becoming a pulmonologist is not just about reading X-rays and prescribing medicine. It is about understanding the human behind the disease. It's about the thrill of chasing a diagnosis, the suspense of waiting for a treatment to respond, and the heart-pounding tension of making critical decisions that risk a life.

The most touching part is the trust given by patients like Mr. Hamid, allowing us to help them through the most important phase of their lives.

"Begin with the End in Mind" teaches us, both as doctors and patients, to always be clear about what we want at the conclusion of our journey. Is it just for the sake if treatment ? Or to be at peace and maintain dignity? Early discussions with your doctor are crucial.

Don't wait until breath becomes a luxury. Take care of your lungs, and always have a plan.

If you or a loved one is experiencing persistent respiratory issues, shortness of breath, or a chronic cough, don't hesitate to seek professional advice.

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Together, we can plan a better journey for your health.

16/09/2025

“Selamat Menyambut Hari Malaysia” 🇲🇾✨

Hari Malaysia. 16 September. Saya masih ingat tarikh itu bukan sahaja sebagai hari perpaduan negara, tetapi hari yang hampir meragut nyawa seorang pesakit saya—dan menguji erti sebenar sumpah seorang doktor.

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“Doktor… saya… tak boleh nafas…” Suara itu lemah, serak, tetapi penuh panik.

Saya berpaling. Di wad kecemasan, Encik Farid, seorang guru Sejarah berusia 42 tahun, sedang berjuang menarik nafas. Peluh dingin menitis di pelipisnya, dadanya turun naik dengan kasar.

“Nebulizer, segera! Oxygen 15 liter!” arahan saya bergema, cuba menenangkan suasana.

Namun, dadanya masih berbunyi wheeze kuat, nafasnya semakin sempit. Jururawat memandang saya, matanya penuh cemas.

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Sambil memeriksa paru-parunya, saya bertanya lembut, “Encik Farid, sejak bila jadi begini?”

Dia cuba tersenyum di celah kesakitan. “Sejak malam tadi… saya ingat… angin biasa je… Hari Malaysia esok, saya… nak ajar murid tentang… perjuangan negara…”

Kata-katanya terhenti, batuk kuat. Saya rasa sebak. Di tengah kesakitan, dia masih fikirkan murid-muridnya.

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Jam berlalu, keadaan Farid makin merosot. X-ray menunjukkan paru-parunya dipenuhi cecair akibat pneumonia teruk. Bacaan oksigen merudum.

“Dr Nurul, we might lose him if we delay…” bisik seorang pegawai perubatan, Dr Muthu.

Saya menelan liur. Dalam hati, saya berdoa:

“Ya Allah, selamatkan hambamu ini. Engkaulah Penyembuh yang sebenar.”

Saya menatap wajah Farid. “Encik Farid, kita kena lakukan bronkoskopi segera untuk buang lendir yang menyumbat paru-paru. Boleh?”

Dia mengangguk lemah. “Buatlah, doktor… saya serah pada Allah.”

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Dalam bilik prosedur, suasana hening. Monitor jantung berbunyi ritma tegang. Saya masukkan bronkoskop perlahan-lahan. Lendir pekat menyumbat saluran pernafasannya—setiap detik terasa panjang.

Jururawat, staff nurse Ching berbisik, “Doktor, cepat… SpO₂ dia turun.”

Saya tarik nafas panjang, fokus. Sambil membersihkan saluran pernafasan, saya teringat kata-kata arwah nenek:

“Kak Yong, jadi doktor bukan sekadar kerja. Ini amanah. Selagi kau boleh, selamatkan nyawa. Jangan lupa doa.”

Saat lendir terakhir berjaya dikeluarkan, bacaan oksigen naik. Farid menghela nafas panjang—buat pertama kali selepas berjam-jam bertarung.

“Alhamdulillah… saya boleh nafas… doktor.” Air matanya bergenang.

Saya senyum, dada saya terasa lapang. “Allah izinkan kita selamatkan Encik Farid hari ini. Hari Malaysia esok, encik boleh teruskan perjuangan sebagai guru.”

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Keesokan harinya, saya masuk ke wad. Farid duduk di tepi katil, wajahnya berseri. Di tangannya, Jalur Gemilang kecil. Dia menyanyikan “Negaraku” perlahan-lahan. Seluruh wad ikut menyanyi, termasuk jururawat berbangsa India dan Cina. Suara-suara itu bercampur, bergetar dengan rasa syukur dan kasih pada tanah air.

Air mata saya hampir menitis. Inilah Malaysia yang saya cintai: bangsa berbeza, tetapi bersatu ketika hidup dan nyawa dipertaruhkan.

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Pengajaran Cerita
1. Kesihatan paru-paru adalah amanah. Jangan ambil mudah sesak nafas atau batuk berpanjangan.
2. Patriotisme bukan sekadar mengibarkan bendera. Ia tentang menyelamatkan dan menyayangi sesama insan tanpa mengira bangsa dan agama.
3. Sebagai umat Islam, usaha dan doa perlu berjalan seiring. Setiap nyawa adalah pinjaman Allah, dan kita hanyalah perantara.

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💙 Selamat Menyambut Hari Malaysia.
Jagalah paru-paru anda—ia nafas kehidupan, ia juga nafas perjuangan.

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———-

“Happy Malaysia Day” 🇲🇾✨

Malaysia Day. 16 September. I remember that date not only as a day of national unity but also as the day that nearly claimed the life of one of my patients—and tested the true meaning of a doctor’s oath.

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“Doctor… I… can’t breathe…” The voice was weak, hoarse, but full of panic.

I turned. In the emergency ward, Mr. Farid, a 42-year-old History teacher, was struggling to breathe. Cold sweat trickled down his temples, his chest heaving violently.

“Nebulizer, now! Oxygen, 15 liters!” My command echoed through the room, trying to steady the chaos.

But his chest still wheezed loudly, his breath narrowing further. A nurse looked at me, eyes wide with worry.

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As I examined his lungs, I asked gently, “Mr. Farid, when did this start?”

He tried to smile through the pain. “Since last night… I thought… it was just gas… Tomorrow’s Malaysia Day, I… wanted to teach my students… about our nation’s struggle…”

His words broke off as a harsh cough wracked his body. My chest tightened. Even in his suffering, he thought of his students.

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Hours passed, and Farid’s condition worsened. The X-ray showed his lungs filled with fluid from severe pneumonia. His oxygen levels plummeted.

“Dr. Nurul, we might lose him if we delay…” whispered Dr Muthu, a medical officer.

I swallowed hard. In my heart, I prayed:

“O Allah, save this servant of Yours. You are the True Healer.”

I looked at Farid’s face. “Mr. Farid, we need to perform an urgent bronchoscopy to clear the mucus blocking your lungs. Is that okay?”

He nodded weakly. “Do it, doctor… I entrust myself to Allah.”

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In the procedure room, the air was tense. The heart monitor beeped steadily but ominously. I guided the bronchoscope in slowly. Thick mucus clogged his airways—every second felt unbearably long.

A nurse, Miss Ching whispered, “Doctor, hurry… his SpO₂ is dropping.”

I took a deep breath, focusing. As I cleared his airways, I remembered my late grandmother’s words:

“Kak Yong, being a doctor isn’t just a job. It’s a trust. As long as you can, save lives. And don’t forget to pray.”

The moment the last of the mucus was removed, the oxygen readings climbed. Farid took a long, deep breath—for the first time in hours.

“Alhamdulillah… I can breathe… doctor.” Tears welled in his eyes.

I smiled, my chest easing. “Allah allowed us to save you today, Mr. Farid. Tomorrow, Malaysia Day, you can continue your mission as a teacher.”

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The next day, I walked into the ward. Farid sat at the edge of his bed, his face glowing. In his hand was a small Malaysian flag. He softly sang “Negaraku”—our national anthem. The whole ward joined in, nurses of Indian and Chinese descent among them. Their voices blended, trembling with gratitude and love for our homeland.

Tears pricked my eyes. This was the Malaysia I loved: different races, united when life and breath were on the line.

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Lessons from the Story
1. Lung health is a responsibility. Never ignore persistent cough or shortness of breath.
2. Patriotism is more than waving a flag. It’s about saving and caring for one another, regardless of race or religion.
3. As Muslims, effort and prayer go hand in hand. Every life is on loan from Allah, and we are merely His instruments.

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💙 Happy Malaysia Day.
Take care of your lungs—they are the breath of life, the breath of our struggle.

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12/09/2025

“Disangka batuk biasa… rupanya kanser darah Hodgkin’s Lymphoma.”
Batuk berpanjangan bukan selalu masalah paru-paru biasa. Dalam kes Muhammad Danial Arif, 27 tahun, batuk kering yang tak sembuh-sembuh rupanya berpunca daripada Hodgkin’s Lymphoma—sejenis kanser darah yang bermula di sistem limfa.

🔎 Simptom penting:
• Batuk kering berpanjangan / sesak nafas
• Bengkak kelenjar limfa (leher, ketiak, pangkal paha)
• Demam berulang, berpeluh malam, turun berat badan
• Keletihan melampau & gatal kulit

💡 Pengajaran: Jangan abaikan batuk lebih 3–4 minggu. Pemeriksaan awal boleh selamatkan nyawa.

📅 Temujanji klinik: encoremed.io/smcv /154

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2B-12, Level 2, Sunway Medical Center Velocity
Bagan Lalang
55100

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Monday	09:00 - 17:00
Tuesday	09:00 - 17:00
Wednesday	09:00 - 17:00
Thursday	09:00 - 17:00
Friday	09:00 - 17:00
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