The Father Boy
ALA106'S CHAT. Doctor's verdict
"I miss you too much." Izza could not help but hug me in front of Biyung and Bunga.
"Biyeong…. I miss Biyung too." The flower approaches the biyung and hugs the biyung from the side.
"Udah half eleven. Enter the room, donkey." I came in and locked the door.
"Dad, who am I colonant with?" The face of the flower is very clear.
"Heh, Boy!" Dad trashed.
Flowers are the kind of boy who can make a boy.
"Eat not yet, Dek?" I woke up and grabbed Izza into the room.
Dad, Biyung and Bunga have moved to another room.
"Udah, I'm sleepy about hugging Brother." Izza hugged me back, when I got to my room.
It seems, he really is sleep deprived. Just for a moment stuck to the pillow and inhaled the aroma of my armpits, he was already snoring finely. Maybe I was calm for him.
I don't know what advice his uncle and aunt gave, because now Izza is a lot of changes. A week later he came with me, he behaved better and understood me more. However, he was also more silent and answered as necessary when asked.
Am I being too pussy? Or indeed Izza who changed a lot, until I did not recognize his true self.
"Eat, Deck." I pulled his hand, as he passed by the dining table.
He only smiled, then nodded faintly. He often grimaces, but never says what the pain is.
"Eating, Deck. Keep coming to the trial." Biyung invited Izza to sit down.
This is often the case, where Izza is never seen eating. Even when I eat, he only serves me. Occasionally, he was seen eating only snacks and fruit. I don't know what's going on inside him, so he seems to avoid heavy meals.
"It's easy later, Biyung." Izza smiled and refused the invitation to eat from the food.
"Why? Doesn't fit?" Biyung looks confused by her daughter-in-law.
"Suit well, only later." Izza smiled widely.
I don't understand, he just smiled. I'm afraid his health is deteriorating, even if it seems so.
"Eating, Deck. Nurut, Deck," daddy's insatiable pinta.
When the first mouthful that looked hesitant, that second Izza also had great nausea. I led him to the bathroom. Not only a mouthful of rice came out, but the banana that he ate this morning came out.
"Pregnant? Check the hospital, Bang. You don't have to come see Vano deh trial, let me be just as good." Dad's standing at the bathroom door.
Really pregnant? Not sure, but I'm happy first. I'll be very grateful for that, with passion I also brought Izza a check up to the hospital.
"Not pregnant cake, Bang. Four more days of my menstrual schedule, while now I've been suffering from chest pain and aches, straining the pelvis, peeing continues," explained Izza umpteenth time.
I didn't believe it before I knew it myself. Until Izza's turn at USG, I even got an unexpected surprise.
"Womb fibroids" said the doctor, who made my smile disappear.
Izza is not pregnant.
"Come, Sir. Please sit down." The male doctor patted me on the back, with his self that preceded sitting in his chair.
I don't know what uterine fibroids are. But, obviously it's a disease that's in my wife's womb.
"Sometimes it won't eat rice, it's nausea every meal." I sat in front of his desk.
"The symptoms are similar to pregnancy, sir. Examples such as, tension in the severe part of the pelvis, frequent urination, constipation, back pain, pain during intercourse, and pelvic pain."
Aye? Didn't Izza earlier in the waiting room say that he strained his pelvis and kept peeing? Does that include symptoms?
"What's the reason for this, Doc? We've only been married a month, what's the reason for having sex?" I'm sorry if my brain is too innocent. I'm just trying to find my own information.
"Genetics. If a mother or sister has fibroids, a person has a high risk of developing the disease. Women older than 40-50 years generally have fibrosis. After menopause, the tumor will shrink. Black women have a higher risk of developing the disease at a young age, with larger tumors or fibroids.
Other factors, such as early menstruation, eating more red meat, eating less vegetables, fruit, and drinking beer often." The doctor moved the pen in his hand.
Izza showed up with a doctor's assistant. Then, he sat next to me.
"What is a fibroid?" ask Izza later.
Ah, I don't know either. But I asked her the symptoms and the cause.
"Uterine fibroids, is a condition when there is a benign tumor on the top or inside the uterine muscle. These tumors can develop into a block or blocks of different sizes."
Abaghfirullah, a benign tumor. I've heard stories of biyung who had a benign tumor while pregnant with Cala, then the tumor turned malignant and capsulized one of Cala's brothers in the womb biyung.
"What are uterine fibroids, Doc?" Izza immediately received the full attention of the doctor. Izza seemed to doubt the doctor's diagnosis, probably because only a short examination only made Izza into doubt.
"I mean, what is a uterine fibroid without more checking." Izza made the question clear.
"Oh, fine. The most important test is the USG. After this, I'll help you get to the lab to do a blood test. Then, magnetic resonance imaging or MRI. This method can show the size, location of fibroids, recognize different types of tumors, and choose the right treatment. Then, lift the uterine canal. The procedure is performed using a dye to highlight the uterus and oviducts on an X-ray film. Doctors cannot do this if the problem is related to infertility. In addition to detecting fibroids, this method also helps the doctor see if the fallopian tubes are blocked or not. The last one is hysteroscopy. With this technique, the doctor will place a small tube containing a light detector through the cervix and into the uterus. Then, the doctor will inject salt into the uterus to enlarge the uterine cavity, allowing observation into the uterus and fallopian tubes."
Oh my God, that was the whole process. May Izza be given strength and fortitude with all the checks he must undergo. I hope I can be a great husband, who always accompanies him through his difficult times.
"So this has everything to do with fertility, Doc?" Izza's voice was already shaking.
I could only rub his back. Akh couldn't possibly hug her in front of the doctor, whose cries Izza still echoed because of my embrace.
"Depends on the type of fibroid, Mom. If, submucous fibroids can cause infertility or miscarriage, the risk of placental abruption and fetal growth inhibition arises. Well, to know it all. I directed for further examination, which began with a blood test first. It's a letter of introduction to his lab, can go straight there and get a blood test done right away." The doctor gave me a piece of paper.
Izza clasped my hand, his hand was already extremely cold and trembling. I know, the crying will spill if not in front of the doctor and not in public.
"Thank you, Doc." I smiled kindly at the doctor.
Probably the same age as Gavin's check sir. Young, not so old as my father.
"Together, Sir. After getting the results from his lab, can you come back here, sir? I'll help you read the results." He smiled kindly at us.
Izza and I got up from sitting, and the door of the room was opened by the assistant doctor.
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