Went to see Fuad's mum this evening. She's in the National University Hospital recovering from an operation yesterday to clear a couple of veins around her heart, putting in stents & balloons. She looked surprisingly well and talked non-stop, which was a good sign, although I was a bit worried that that wasn't really what the sign saying Complete Bed Rest really implied she should be doing. It seems one of her greatest concerns was how she was going to do the cooking for Hari Raya Haji. We were supposed to be going round her place, having not managed to visit in Syawal. Noi allayed her concerns by offering to cook and take the grub round on the big occasion scoring, as always, huge points on the practical usefulness scale.
In the meantime it looks like she's getting excellent care at the hospital, of the kind that seems almost routine in this Far Place. So routine it's a temptation to take the wonders of it all for granted. Conditions that would have been fatal not that many years back are now seen as amenable to treatment as a broken limb. There's still something astonishing though about the medical profession's repair of broken people.
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