Integrative Medicine - Ozone Therapy

LBA (lab blood analysis) and body composition test shows the following results:

1)  Cancer Marker:    Negative (thank Allah!)

2)  Overall fat:   Very high

3)  Visceral Fat (fat around organs - most dangerous that can cause heart conditions, stroke, 

      etc):   Very high

4)  Subcutaneous fat (fat under the skin): all below normal (due to exercise, which is good)

5)  Skeletal muscle: High (which is good - again due to exercise)

6)  BMI:   Obese

7)  Body age: 77 vs actual age 61

LBA also shows that every organ is my body (heart, kidney, liver, spleen, etc.) is not working at optimal level.  Apart from bad dietary habits and medication, another factor contributing to this condition is the surgery that I had undergone in 2007.  It was a surgery to remove the gall bladder due to stones.  However, during the procedure, the surgeon had accidentally nicked the central bile duct (CBD) that caused bile to flood into my abdomen.  Bile is toxic and it has caused damage to the internal organs due to peritonitis.  However, I was lucky that I was treated before more damage was done to the organs – I had an abdominal surgery and 2 litres of pus was drained from my abdomen and I was treated with antibiotics.  I was told by the doctor who did the LBA that peritonitis is potentially fatal if not addressed immediately and it affects the well-being of one’s internal organs.  Learning about this now makes me understand why my surgeon, Prof Razman Jarmin of HUKM, told me that a majority of his patients who had similar conditions to mine, usually continue to see him for between 5 – 10  years from the surgery. 

The above revelation really opened my eyes on my overall health condition.  I thank Allah that I had survived a potentially fatal condition in 2007 and I decided to try Ozone Therapy as a preventive measure before more serious health issues arise.  It is also time to adjust my eating habits and exercise regime.

Ozone Therapy originated in Germany in the 18^th century although it had also been used in ancient civilisation.  It involves introducing controlled doses of ozone into the blood to rid the blood of plaque, toxins and other free radicals that we get from the air we breathe, food, medication, lack of exercise and our unhealthy lifestyle such as smoking.  The blood goes through a process of “cleansing” when ozone is added and blood is re-infused into the body.

Ozone therapy is a simple naturopathic medical procedure that improves both circulation and utilization of oxygen by the tissues. Circulation is improved as ozone decreases the thickness and viscosity of the blood, and may stimulate dilation and relaxation of the artery walls. This can help compensate for blockages in the arteries from fats (atheromatous plaques).  Ozone therapy strongly stimulates both proper circulation (delivery of oxygen), and proper energy generation (utilization of oxygen). The cells in your body, including the heart (angina), muscles (claudication pain) generate their own energy for use. Oxygen is vital to this process. If the cells can generate enough energy, there will be less fatigue and less pain. Ozone helps with both oxygen delivery and with the way the cells use oxygen once it has been delivered.

Ozone also has very well-defined effects on the immune system, particularly by regulating the activity of the white blood cells. This makes it extremely useful in allergic and autoimmune conditions.

Ozone consists of 3 Oxygen atoms, whereas Oxygen has only 2 oxygen atoms. It is this extra oxygen atom which gives ozone its instability and its power.  The extra oxygen atom is not comfortable where it is, and it makes the ozone very unstable. This extra oxygen atom wants to immediately attach itself to something else to find stability and to release an oxygen molecule.

Let’s take for example how ozone works to neutralize viruses or bacteria and other pathogens (an agent that causes disease, especially a living microorganism such as a bacterium or fungus).

When ozone comes into contact with a virus for example, it immediately disrupts the very delicate and frail viral cellular envelope surrounding the viral organism. This leads to a breakdown of the viral cell wall and also a rupture of the virus, leading to its destruction.  Ozone therapy  has been proven in studies to be able to destroy virtually all viruses, some more so than others.  It has also been successfully used in Germany to treat HIV.

Ozone therapy is a medical act and must be done by a professionally-qualified medical practitioner.  The doctor that I visited has been practising Integrative Medicine for the past 28 years.  Integrative Medicine is a blend of western and alternative medicine.  Integrative medicine is fast gaining popularity in Malaysia as cure for certain conditions such as cancer, diabetes and heart conditions and also as preventive measure to maintain good health.

Detractors of ozone therapy claim that it is dangerous to introduce ozone into the blood because when you mention ozone, most think of smog and toxicity.  Rising incidence of asthma and other respiratory disorders in polluted cities bear testimony to this line of thinking.  Yet, on the other hand, experts warn us that the depleting ozone layer in the atmosphere are putting us in danger of cancer as the ozone layer fail to block out the ultraviolet rays from the sun that cause cancer.  In this instance, ozone is seen as good.

Many people do not seem to realize that ozone in pure form and ozone mixed with pollutants behave differently. (Furthermore, the ozone layer in the stratosphere has a different impact on humans than that on a beach.).  Many people have benefited from ozone therapy so the jury is still out there on this form of therapy but I am willing to give it a try given the current state of my health.

 Toxins and proteins removed from the blood.  Excess protein (bubbles) in the blood may indicate immune system disorder

Procedure is carried out in a clinic setting

         Blood  (dark in color ) is drawn from the left arm and re-infused into the right arm (blood is lighter in color after being infused with ozone)

    

On The Brink....

NOTICE: THIS POST CONTAINS GRAPHIC IMAGES OF SURGICAL WOUNDS THAT SOME MAY FIND DISTURBING. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED

It was a relatively simple surgical procedure – a cholecystectomy – surgical removal of the gall bladder due to stone in the bladder. The procedure was done laparoscopically and I was discharged after 2 days. By the fifth day, I felt fine enough to drive. However, the seventh day (May 7, 2009) brought on acute stomach pain accompanied by vomiting. The pain grew progressively worse, spreading to my back and shoulders.

At about 1.30 p.m., I was admitted into the Emergency room of the same hospital where the surgery was carried out. An injection was given to help me deal with the pain. However, inspite of that, the pain continued and I requested, and was given, a second injection an hour later.

Although I was in acute pain and repeatedly requested for the surgeon, I was told that he was busy attending to patients in his clinic and I had to wait. Given my condition, it would have been comforting if the surgeon had dropped by and checked on me, even if for a while…his presence would not immediately cure my condition but would be a demonstration of a caring attitude…but maybe that was too much to expect? Sick patients do not just need medical care; they also need empathy and emotional support. I would not be surprised at such indifference if I were in a government hospital – but this was one of the well-patronized private hospitals in the Kelang Valley.

The accommodation I requested was not immediately available so I continued to wait in Emergency. Finally, at about 4.30 p.m., I was temporarily admitted into a suite and until then, there was still no sign of the surgeon. He finally appeared at 6.30 p.m. (5 hours from the time I was admitted into Emergency) and announced that it might be gastritis. Gastritis? I have never had that condition in the entire 5 plus decades of my existence; but since he is a doctor, I believed him. Medication for gastritis was administered.

In the meantime, more tests were carried out and on May 10, an MRI (x-ray) was conducted to confirm what the problem was. The x-ray showed that there was fluid in my abdomen, suspected to be caused by a leakage of bile into my system. The leakage was suspected to have occurred at the site where the bladder was clamped after removal. I was told that the condition could be managed in one of two ways – performing an endoscopy or administration of antibiotics. The surgeon advised that the former was an invasive procedure considering that I just had surgery and recommended the latter since the leakage was slight; judging from the time lapse from the date of surgery and the condition at hand.

Unable to endure the pain and placing my complete trust in the surgeon's professional opinion, I agreed to be treated with antibiotics for the next four days. By that time, I had developed fever and signs of jaundice (the whites of my eyes turned yellowish), my abdomen was bloated, my urine was the color of dark tea and my stool was greyish in color. My protein level had also fallen and I was given liquid protein intravenously for three days.

On the eighth day, the surgeon advised me that the leakage could not be fixed at the hospital and recommended that I be transferred to a teaching hospital of a local university where specialized services are available. I was transferred to that hospital in an ambulance on Friday, May 15.  At this hospital, I was assigned under the care of a surgeon specializing in hepatobiliary and pancreatic conditions.

The surgeon examined me later that evening and told me that he had scheduled for endoscopy the following day (a Saturday) when he would insert a stent to stop the leakage. After this procedure, he told me that he had to go out of town for the weekend and would check on me the following Monday.

In the meantime, my fever continued and at about 9 p.m. on Sunday, May 17, the surgeon showed up and told me that he had to return from his trip as I required immediate surgery. A laparotomy (abdominal surgery) was done at about 11 p.m. and when I woke up at about 3.30 a.m. the following day, I found myself in the High Dependency Surgical Ward of the hospital.

My condition had been life-threatening - the surgeon had drained about two litres of pus from my abdomen (I was suffereing from septicemia) but the worst was over. He confirmed that the leakage was caused by an injury to the common bile duct; which occurred during cholecystectomy.

On learning this, I freaked out; angry that I had to suffer physically and emotionally for the apparent negligence of a medical professional at an exhorbitant cost (total ~RM27K). I was still on dribs, I could not walk to the toilet for bodily functions and had to wear diapers, and I hated the tubes that stuck out from my abdomen, draining bile into a pouch that I had to carry. I had bouts of asthma due to stress and from there on, I went downhill emotionally to the extent that I required psychiatric help to cope with my condition. Although the worst was over, those were the darkest days of my life!

Bile Flowing out Post Surgery

Infection at surgical site

During the month-long hospital stay, I had to undergo physiotherapy to rehabilitate - not only due to the surgery but also other conditions caused by immobility as I was bed-ridden for three weeks. I also had to deal with an infection at the surgical site.

My condition requires long-term care and today, I still have a stent in my bile duct. This experience drove home the reality that life is fragile, temporary and fleeting. Since then, I have learnt to live for today and be thankful for what I have. I turned to prayers to give me the strength to go on and I wake up every day thankful that I have my health again. The laparotomy was my thirteenth surgery in the last 20 years, three of which were botched jobs that required follow-up surgeries, and these were all performed at private hospitals with supposedly specialist expertise.

Someone once said, "life is not about waiting for storms to pass - it is about learning to dance in the rain", and I am indeed learning to dance in the rain!

24 Ramadhan Telah Berlalu.....

Tahun ini merupakan Ramadhan yang ke-24 sejak pemergian mu.  Setiap Ramadhan yang berlalu mengingatkan diriku betapa perjalanan ini semakin menghampiri destinasi yang dituju.

"Wahai Allah, ampunilah Haji Muhandes, naikkanlah darjatnya di antara orang-orang yang mendapat hidayah, dan lindungilah keluarga dan keturunannya yang masih hidup.  Ampunilah dia dan kami, wahai Tuhan sekelian alam, luaskanlah kubur baginya dan berikanlah cahaya di dalamnya.

Al-fatihah....

Bila Allah Datang Memanggil

“Wa lan yu’akhkhiral-laahu nafsan ‘ithaa jaaa’ a ‘ajaluhaa; wallahu khabeerum bimaa ta’ maloon.”

“Dan (ingatlah), Allah tidak sekali-kali akan melambatkan kematian seseorang (atau sesuatu yang bernyawa) apabila sampai ajalnya; dan Allah amat mendalam pengetahuannya mengenai segala yang kamu kerjakan.”

Al-Munafiqun (63:11)

Setiap yang hidup akan mati dan ajal maut terletaknya di tangan Allah. Kita manusia harus sentiasa bersedia untuk menghadapi kematian sebab kita tidak akan diberi amaran terlebih dahulu akan ketibaannya.

Saya ingin berkongsi pengalaman yang benar-benar terjadi dalam hidup saya berkenaan dengan topik ajal maut.  Niat saya berkongsi pengalaman saya ini sebagai peringatan untuk diri saya dan semua pembaca blog ini bahawa kewujudan kita di dunia ini adalah sementara. Kita di dunia ini semuanya dalam perjalanan menuju ke satu destinasi: iaitu akhirat, yang kekal abadi. Oleh kerana kewujudan kita di bumi adalah sementara, harta benda kita yang kita telah bekerja bertungkus-lumus untuk mengumpul, juga sementara. Apabila sudah tiba masanya untuk kembali ke Pencipta kita, kita tinggalkan harta benda dan orang-orang yang dikasihi dan yang boleh menyelamatkan kita dari azab api neraka adalah  amalan baik kita, ketaatan kita kepada perintah Allah dan doa anak yang soleh.

“Rabbana aatina fiddunya hasanah, wafil aakhiroti hasanah, waaqina athaban naar.”

“Ya Tuhan kami, berilah kami kebaikan di dunia dan kebaikan di akhirat dan peliharalah kami dari seksa neraka”. 

Al-Baqarah (2:201)

Pengalaman yang ingin saya kongsi melibatkan arwah suami saya.  Kira-kira 2 bulan sebelum arwah suami saya meninggal dunia, Allahyarham mendapat “panggilan” dari Allah bahawa sudah tiba masanya untuk beliau melaksanakan rukun Islam yang kelima, iaitu menunaikan fardu Haji.  Panggilan ini datangnya selepas solat subuh ketika beliau membaca doa.  Panggilan ini datang dalam bentuk keinginan yang teramat sangat hendak pergi ke Makkah untuk melaksanakan Haji.   Dengan izin Allah yang Maha Mengasihani, walaupun beliau tidak mendaftar untuk menunaikan Haji, terdapat pembatalan di saat-saat akhir oleh seorang lelaki berusia kerana keuzuran dan Allahyarham mendapat tempat untuk ke Makkah.

Allahyarham bernasib baik kerana ada seorang hamba Allah di tempat kerjanya yang membuat kerja sambilan sebagai "Sheikh Haji".  Sheikh Haji inilah yang membimbing Allahyarham tentang cara-cara memakai Ihram, doa-doa yang wajib dibaca dan cara-cara mengerjakan Haji.   Ini semua dilakukan dalam tempoh yang sangat singkat dan dengan tergesa-gesa.

Allahyarham berlepas ke Makkah dalam penerbangan pada 30hb Jun, 1989 dan selamat pulang ke tanah air pada penghujung bulan Julai 1989.  Beberapa hari selepas beliau pulang ke Malaysia dari Makkah, kami bertiga beranak telah bercuti selama satu minggu di Bali di mana beliau mengambil bahagian dalam satu kejohanan payung terjun antarabangsa.

Setelah kembali dari Bali, beliau mengambil bahagian dalam raptai pertunjukan payung terjun untuk pembukaan Sukan SEA XV, yang diadakan di Stadium Merdeka.  Raptai itu diadakan pada 13hb Ogos 1989 ... kira-kira 3 minggu selepas Allahyarham menunaikan haji. Pada hari itulah terjadi musibah yang meragut nyawa Allahyarham.

Allahyarham telah berlanggar dengan seorang lagi penerjun semasa membuat pertunjukan di udara.  Kedua-dua payung terjun berjaya dibuka tetapi apabila berlaku pelanggaran, kedua-dua payung mereka terbelit menyebabkan payung mereka kuncup semula. Kedua-dua mereka jatuh menjunam ke tanah di saksikan oleh beribu-ribu penonton di Stadium Merdeka.  Mereka jatuh di Bulatan Edinburgh  (di hadapan Dewan Bahasa & Pustaka) berhampiran dengan Stadium Merdeka.

Allahyarham yang jatuh dahulu dan beliau dihempap oleh penerjun yang kedua.  Allahyarham mati di tempat kejadian manakala penerjun kedua berada dalam koma selama 5 hari sebelum menghembuskan nafasnya yang terakhir.   Kedua-dua mereka meninggal dunia akibat kecederaan dalaman.

 Allahyarham telah dikebumikan pada 14hb Ogos, 1989; iaitu pada hari lahir anak tunggalnya Mohamed Nasser.  Beliau dikebumikan 44 hari dari tarikh dia menaiki kapal terbang ke Makkah. Sebagai orang Islam, kita percaya bahawa 100 hari sebelum seseorang meninggal dunia, telah berlaku berbagai-bagai perubahan pada dirinya dan saya telah nampak perubahan yang berlaku kepada Allahyarham selepas beliau pulang dari menunaikan fardu Haji.  Begitu juga rakan-rakan sepejabatnya. Beliau menjadi pendiam, banyak bermenung dan dia juga memberitahu saya bahawa akan terjadi banyak perubahan dalam kehidupan kami berdua.

Ketika di Makkah, beliau menulis surat kepada saya pada hari lahir ke-47 beliau (7hb Julai 1989) dan surat itu sebenarnya merupakan surat perpisahan dari beliau. Surat itu hanya tiba selepas beliau meninggal dunia dan saya masih menyimpan surat itu walaupun 24 tahun telah berlalu. Dalam surat itu, dia meminta saya untuk memberitahu anak saya (Mohamed Nasser) yang pada masa itu berumur 4 tahun, bahawa dia telah mendoakannya dan berharap bahawa Nasser akan membesar menjadi anak yang baik.

Dari segi keagamaan, Allahyarham boleh dikategorikan dalam golongan yang lalai pada usia mudanya….seperti juga saya dan, mungkin juga ramai pembaca di luar sana.  Sebagai orang Islam, kita telah dididik dari kecil untuk membaca al-Quran, melakukan solat, berpuasa pada bulan Ramadhan, membayar zakat dan menunaikan haji apabila mampu. Beliau tidak pernah tinggalkan puasa dan membayar zakat tetapi tidak selalu menepati solat lima waktu pada usia mudanya.

 Saya mengaku saya juga termasuk dalam kategori ini…ada sahaja perkara duniawi yang hendak dilakukan dan kita terlalu sibuk mengejar perkara keduniaan sehingga terlupa bahawa Dia (Allah) sentiasa bermurah hati memberi kita rezeki tapi kita melupakanNya.  Alhamdullillah, pada pertengahan usianya, Allahyarham mendekati dirinya dengan Allah.

Allah itu Maha Pengasih dan Maha Pengampun.  Dia sentiasa memberi peluang kepada kita untuk bertaubat walaupun kita selalu lalai.  Tetapi, bukan semua orang akan bernasib baik mendapat hidayah daripada Allah sebelum menemui ajal; seperti Allahyarham.  Saya amat bersyukur bahawa dia sempat menyempurnakan ibadah Haji sebelum kembali menemui Allah dan saya sentiasa mendoakan bahawa amalannya diterima Allah.

Allah amat menyayangi umatnya dan sentiasa mahu mengampunkan dosa-dosa yang kecil-kecilan yang dilakukan oleh umatnya.  Bagaimanakah Allah mengampuni dosa-dosa kecil kita?  Dia menguji kita dengan berbagai-bagai-bagai dugaan hidup: yang sihat menjadi sakit, yang kaya menjadi miskin dan inilah hidayah yang diturunkanNya agar kita sedar dan kembali ke jalan Allah.

Bagi diri saya, hidayah dari Allah datang apabila saya hampir maut akibat “septisemia” (keracunan darah) yang disebabkan oleh pembedahan di mana doktor bedah telah membuat kesilapan. Pada suatu malam ketika sembahyang tahajud di hospital, saya memejamkan mata lalu berdoa dengan air mata mencurah-curah agar cepat sembuh.  Tiba-tiba, dalam kepala saya, saya "ternampak" cahaya yang terang-benderang; bukan terang seperti cahaya lampu tapi lebih menjurus kepada cahaya kilauan intan permata.  Di saat itu juga, keinginan hati ini untuk mengerjakan Haji terasa meluap-luap – rasanya macam hendak pergi ke Makkah pada keesokan hari.  Alhamdullillah, dengan keizinanNya, saya berjaya mengerjakan Haji lima bulan selepas keluar dari hospital.  Saya juga dapat mengerjakan Umrah dua kali dalam tiga tahun selepas menunaikan Haji.

Kematian kita telah ditentukan pada hari kita dilahirkan – mati akan datang pada tepat masanya.  Ia tidak akan datang sesaat lebih awal dan tidak boleh ditunda walau sesaat pun. Tujuan kita di muka bumi adalah untuk membuat persiapan untuk akhirat dan pada masa yang sama, tidak mengabaikan keperluan duniawi. Jadi, kita harus sentiasa bersedia untuk kembali kepada Pencipta kita kerana kita tidak tahu bila akan tibanya giliran kita. 

Saya berharap perkongsian pengalaman saya ini dapat membawa kesedaran kepada pembaca-pembaca yang budiman.  Bukan niat saya hendak riak kerana saya telah mendapat hidayah; hanya mahu mengingatkan kita semua bahawa masa kita di dunia ini mungkin terhad; jadi janganlah lalai seperti saya pada suatu masa dahulu.

Bekam

Bekam (or bloodletting) is the withdrawal of often small quantities of blood from a patient to cure or prevent illness and disease. In English, Bekam is known as cupping.

in Arabic, Bekam is called “Al-Hijamah”.  The word “hijamah” derived its origin from the word “al-hajm” which carries the meaning: to suck, to absorb, or to extract.  The practice of Bekam was practised by the Prophet Muhammad PBUH (570-635 AD) as evidenced in the following hadis: 

Rasullullah S.A.W. said," Jibrail Alaisalam repeatedly emphasized upon me to resort to cupping to the extent that I feared that cupping will be made compulsory."

(Jamul' Warsaii p.179).

Rasulullah S.A.W.  praised a person who performs cupping, saying it removes blood, lightens the back and sharpens the eyesight.

(Jamul Warsaai p. 179).

Anas ibn Maalik r.a. reported that the Messenger S.A.W. said “Indeed the best of remedies that you have is hijamah (cupping)”.

(Saheeh Al-Bukhari [5371])

Abu Hurairah r.a. reported that the Messenger S.A.W. said “If there was something excellent to be used as a remedy, then it is hijamah (cupping)”

(Saheeh Sunan abi Dawud [3857])

(Saheeh Sunan ibn Maajah[3476])

In modern-day Bekam, the practitioner first determines the part of the body that requires cupping - for migraine, it is the scalp.  Punctures are then made to the scalp (after shaving the pre-determined site).  A cup is attached to the skin surface to cause local congestion through the negative pressure created by introducing suction. This draws up the underlying tissues. When the cup is left in place on the skin for a few minutes, blood stasis is formed and localized healing takes place.  In olden days, buffalo horns are used for suction; in fact, this is still being used today in Malaysia.  After blood is removed, the area is cleansed using antiseptic swabs.  Disposable needles are used to puncture the skin.

Toxic blood of a migraine sufferer

Is Bekam painful?  Although many people claim it is painless, I found it painful when the skin is punctured (due to my lower pain level tolerance?).  When suction is introduced, it is also painful but after a while, the pain subsides.

Proponents of Bekam claim it is effective in its curative use in eliminating pain, restoring physical functions and in preventing as well as healing of diseases. Frequent usage will eventually remove the excess humours (blood, phlegm and bile) and toxic waste present in the blood vessels and muscles under the skin. In short, if given time, this method can slowly “overhaul” the whole body generating optimum health, thus contributing to a true preventive health care programmed which we are badly in need of.

Use of Clay in Traditional Malay Cosmetics

ENGLISH VERSION


Bedak Sejuk

The benefits of "bedak sejuk" (literal: cool powder) are well-known amongst ladies in the Malay community. This decades-old traditional beauty preparation is used even today, mainly amongst the older generation as the younger ladies are now opting for brand names that are widely advertised using well-known personalities as models.  What the ads don't tell consumers is that these models have flawless skin that are air-brushed and they probably don't use the products being advertised!

Bedak sejuk is made from rice which is soaked with fragrant local flowers such bunga Melor (scientific name: Jasminum Sambac), Cempaka (scientific name: Mickelia Champaka) and Tanjung (scientific name: Mimusops Elengi).  The rice is then ground to a paste and mixed with “daun pandan” (scientific name :Pandanus amaryllifolius) to enhance it’s fragrance.  Bedak sejuk is used in place of face powder and also as facial mask.

Clay

Clay is one very unique type of soil with extraordinarily rich physico-chemical properties that endow it to be one of the best detoxifier/purifier and versatile natural healing product available.  Clay has been used for beauty and medicinal purposes for thousands of years.  Today, clay is used in cosmetic preparations such as masks and scrubs and to cure acne.  It is known, among other things, to absorb oils and toxin from the face, close open pores and hydrate the skin.

Bedak Sejuk Made from Clay

An alternative available today is Bedak Sejuk Tabloq which made from 100% clay.  It is processed using mineral water and no other ingredients are added.  Listed below are some of the benefits of Bedak Sejuk Tabloq:

• Cools the skin.
• Rids skin of acne and acne scars.
• Absorbs facial oils and impurities, removes dead cells.
• Closes open pores.
• Whitens skin.
• Tightens skin.
• Moisturises skin.
• Treats nappy rash in babies.
• Cools the skin when exposed to chicken pox and prevents scarring.
• Suitable for all types of skin diseases, (scabies, shingles and eczema)
• Removes underarm hair.
• Reduces heat due to skin burns.
• Prevents stretch marks for pregnant ladies.
• Dries up wounds.
• Relieves breast pain for lactating mothers.
• Cleanses female genitals after menstruation
• Ideal for body scrubs.
• Fever (to be taken orally)
• Gastric Disorder (to be taken orally
• Diarrhoea (To be taken orally)

The above is based on the feedback and testimonials from users who have used the product, since the 1970s.

This writer was given Bedak Sejuk Tabloq to try and although sceptical at first, I decided to do so.  After using it for 2 nights as facial mask before sleeping, I could see visible results (see photo). 

I am an avid golfer and spend a lot of time in the sun.  As a consquence, inspite of regular facials using modern cosmetics, my skin tone is uneven but with Bedak Sejuk Tabloq my skin feels smoother and the tone is now even.  After washing off the mask in the morning, my skin feels hydrated and the open pores are less visible.  I use make-up minimally and my make-up regime consists of only cleanser, moisturiser, sunblock and loose powder.

I am now planning to use Bedak Sejuk Tabloq as a body scrub and see the results for myself.  I will provide an update on the results!    


VERSI BAHASA MALAYSIA
Ramai di antara kita tahu akan manfaat bedak sejuk yang telah digunakan oleh nenek moyang kita untuk beberapa generasi.  Saya ingin memperkenalkan kepada anda bedak sejuk yang diperbuat daripada tanah liat dari negara kita yang tidak mengandungi sebarang bahan kimia tambahan.  Tanah liat telah digunakan berkurun lamanya sebagai ramuan kecantikan untuk penjagaan kulit dan juga untuk tujuan perubatan.  Produk ini adalah Bedak Sejuk Tabloq (BST).  

Antara manfaat BST adalah:

• Menyejukkan kulit.
• Menghilangkan jerawat dan parut jerawat.
• Menyerap minyak muka dan kekotoran, membuang sel-sel mati.
• Menutup liang terbuka.
• Memutihkan kulit.
• Menegangkan kulit.
• Melembapkan kulit.
• Merawat ruam lampin pada bayi.
• Menyejukkan kulit apabila terdedah kepada cacar air dan mencegah parut.
• Sesuai untuk semua jenis penyakit kulit, (kudis, kayap dan ekzema)
• Membuang bulu ketiak.
• Mengurangkan haba kerana kulit terbakar.
• Mencegah tanda-tanda perut yang merekah untuk wanita hamil.
• Mengeringkan luka.
• Melegakan kesakitan payudara bagi ibu-ibu menyusu.
• Membersihkan kemaluan wanita selepas haid
• Sesuai untuk scrub badan (lulur)
• Demam *
• Gangguan gastrik * 
• Cirit-birit *

*Kacau dalam air suam dan diminum

Khasiat-khasiat di atas adalah berdasarkan maklumbalas dan testimoni daripada pengguna-pengguna yang telah menggunakan produk ini, sejak tahun 1970-an.

Penulis telah diberikan bedak Sejuk Tabloq untuk mencuba dan walaupun ragu-ragu pada mulanya, saya memutuskan untuk berbuat demikian. Selepas menggunakannya selama 2 malam sebagai masker sebelum tidur, saya dapat melihat hasil yang ketara (lihat gambar di atas).

Saya seorang yang gemar bermain golf dan menghabiskan banyak masa di bawah sinar matahari. Walaupun saya selalu membuat facial menggunakan kosmetik moden, namun kulit saya kelihatan bertompok-tompok.  Alhamdullillah, dengan bedak Sejuk Tabloq, kulit saya terasa licin dan tidak lagi bertompok-tompok. 

Saya kini merancang untuk menggunakan Bedak Sejuk Tabloq untuk lulur badan dan lihat  sendiri bagaimana hasilnya. Saya akan share dalam blog ini!

The Twilight Years

It seemed like just yesterday that dear mum, aged 82, was still able to walk, albeit rather slowly.  Now, all of a sudden, it appears that she is going downhill pretty fast!

She is now unable to perform even the basic act of getting out of bed without help.  Her strength has suddenly gone, she is totally dependent on others to get by.  This must be frustrating for one who has always been an independent, fiesty lady.  She braved a divorce at a "young" age (thirties) and single-handedly raised three daughters who have grown up to be successful adults.

She is still mentally alert and her face belies her age but just does not have the strength to carry out the basics of day-to-day living.  Just where did it all disappear?  Ageing is an ongoing process but is there a point when there is a step change in the person's ability?  I seem to think so and that point is now in mum's case.

As I watch this transformation taking place, I cannot help but wonder when would this step change occur for me?  Seventies...eighties?  

Confessions of a Shoe-Bagholic

Imelda Marcos' Shoe Collection...she had 724 Pairs!

If I like a handbag, I'd buy them in all available colors!

There was a time when I'd go ga-ga everytime I receive a notice in the mail regarding an upcoming ISETAN Sale. It would usually start on a Friday for members only where additional discounts are offered over and above the advertised discounted price.

Sometimes, I even applied for leave that Friday so that I'd be the early ones (because these sales on Fridays were usually PACKED and car parks would be full too)! Although I noticed that the same items were offered for sale again and again....it did not matter...as long as it's a SALE. The newer items are regularly priced so we would be rummaging through items that we've seen at the last sale....and there's a sale every few months.....but who cares....so long as it's a sale, we must buy!

My favs are shoes and handbags. I have them in various colors to match...if I like a bag in a certain color, then I'd make sure I'd also buy a pair of shoes to match. Did I really get to use all the shoes that I owned (at one time I had about 35 pairs)? Yes, some more than others. For work I usually stuck to the "safe" basic colors like black, brown, white, red, blue, etc. but for social outings, I'd make sure I use the other colors like orange, pink, purple, green, etc. Every night, I would prepare for the next day's wardrobe to work and made sure that if I changed to another handbag, I did not leave my keys behind!

Today, I have given away most of the shoes and handbags because as a retiree where would I go in a pair of green shoes with matching handbag? Also, my "knee-monia" can no longer take walking in a 2-inch stiletto heel. My shoes nowadays are mostly flip flops and slightly heeled Mary Janes for walking and, of course, my golf shoes!  At one time, I owned 17 pairs of golf shoes but one by one, some had to be discarded due to under-use (they just fall apart)!

Nowadays, I don't even bother to read any sales brochure that I receive from ISETAN...they are consigned immediately to the trash can!

If I count all the money that I had spent on shoes/handbags in my 32-years working career...it'll be quite a tidy sum but it's interesting how one's perspectives towards material things change with age...at least for me. Now, I'm just thankful for my health and to be able to enjoy golf with friends.

Now, every time before I purchase a discretionary item, I'd ask myself "do I really NEED this"?. The answer is always "NO"!  See what a little self-discipline can do for you?

When I Grow Old And Feeble....

When I grow old and feeble
With my creaky bones for company
I look at my treasured pics and mumble
Wow...that used to be ME!

Skydive over Marana, Arizona - circa 1983

After Royal Command Performance - Sungei Besi Airforce Base (circa 1982)

ASEAN Parachuting Championship - Bogor, Indonesia (circa 1984)

National Panasonic Karaoke Competition (1st runner-up) - 1991

Guest singer @ Bollywood/Hollywood Night - 2011

Representing Esso Recreation Club Malaysia @ Triangular Meet - Singapore (1987)

Bogor Raya Golf Club, Indonesia (2008)

Royal Pines Golf Club - Gold Coast, Queensland (May 2012)

Kajang Hill Golf Club (circa 2008)

Atop Mt Kinabalu - August 31, 1981

ATV Adventure - Kemensah ATV Park, KL (October 2011)

Jamming @ Bora Ombak (May 2010)

Remembering THE Day.....

Sunday, August 13, 1989.  I had to work that day as I had just returned from a week's vacation in Bali with the family and there was a lot of catching up to do at work.  Before  hubby and I left that morning, our 4-year old son, Nash, unusually threw a tantrum...wanting to come along.  He usually was a good boy and never cried when we left for work.

Hubby had a full-dress rehearsal for a parachute jump into Stadium Merdeka that day for the SEA (South East Asia) Games opening ceremony.  I dropped him off at the Sungei Besi Air Base where he would board the jump plane, before I set off to work.

At around 2 p.m. I drove to Stadium Merdeka to pick him up.  However, when I reached the Stadium, an anxious fellow parachutist, Aziz Ahmad, was waiting for me at the entrance.  He instructed me to let him park the car and I was being led by another parachutist (I cannot remember his name now) to the Ops Room upstairs.  As I made my way through the crowd, press photographers started to take my photos.  At that time, I felt a sense of foreboding and fear that the worst had happened.

The parachute jump was organised by the army and the Ops Room was full of army big guns.  I was seated across a Colonel and a fellow parachutist, Major (R) Mike Shukor.  Mike started off by saying that something had happened to hubby and he then broke down....I sat there dumbfounded and suddenly, the words "dia dah takde ke"? (he's no longer around?) blurted from my mouth.  Mike could only nod his head and at that time, I was struck with a sense of numbness.  I cried a little...I was in a daze....I was confused...was this real?

From that moment on, I was like a zombie...I just followed whatever instructions were given and I could not feel anything or even think.  I was taken to the General Hospital mortuary where I identified his body.  I noted that his face was intact but he had a small cut on his forehead.  At the hospital grounds, there were several pressmen taking my photos and wanting to interview me but I just ignored them....too distraught to even say anything.

Events that followed now flash through my mind like a scene from a sad movie of long ago....people coming to the house to offer prayers....the tearful scene that struck everyone's hearts when Nash wailed "I want my ayah (father)" as his body was taken to the grave site for burial....the "doa selamat" (thanksgiving prayers) held for several nights and then....everyone went back to their own lives and there I was....facing life  alone with a 4-year old son!

Today, 23 years on, the pain has lessened but the memories remain.  So many things had happened in the last 23 years that made me a stronger person today.  When I looked back at the last 23 years, I wondered where I found the strength to overcome the challenges that I faced.  But Allah is great...whatever "tests" he put you through, he made sure you had the strength to endure and that in the end, you benefit from the adversities you faced.  Today, I accept what fate had dealt me and I am thankful to Allah for giving me the chance to redeem my past transgressions before my time is up.  Amiin!

Conquering Mt Kinabalu

It happened 31 years ago...but the memories of climbing Mt Kinabalu are still vivid in my mind.

Mt Kinabalu is 4,095 metres (13,435 ft) high at its summit, known as Low's Peak.  It is a World Heritage Site and is protected as Kinabalu National Park. 

The word "Kinabalu" is extracted from the short form for the Kadazan Dusun word "Aki Nabalu" meaning "the revered place of the dead".  It is believed that long ago, the dead were buried atop Mt Kinabalu.  To climb Mt Kinabalu, one does not require mountaineering experience, but one has to be physically fit.  Training in climbing is also highly recommended as climbing requires greater use of your quadriceps and hamstrings, among other muscles.

At Kinabalu National Park before the climb 

We arrived at Kinabalu National Park on August 29, 1981 and after a night's rest, we began the climb the next morning at around 8 a.m., accompanied by guides and porters who carried our supplies on their backs.  The porters (all youngsters) seemed like they have 3 lungs.  Some were not properly attired (like we were) to climb but they were able to sprint with the loads on their back.  We were told that they had to walk about 10 km from their respective villages just to get to work at the National Park.  

Flora along the climb

The initial part of the climb was relatively easy but as the journey wore on, it became harder - on your lungs and legs.  All of us had to carry a 5-litre supply of drinking water and some chocolates (for energy).  As we got to higher altitude, even these supplies (and the jackets we wore) felt like a burden and some wished they could throw them away!

I could remember the feeling of "oh my God...how much further?"  every time I stopped to catch my breath.  Each time I looked up, I saw a looming tower of mountain to climb.  As the journey progressed, another group behind ours who started out strumming their guitars fell quiet - and I am sure the temptation to get rid of the guitars must have been strong too!  The thin mountain air at higher altitude also caused some of us (yours truly included) to suffer from hypoxia due to lack of oxygen.  It caused drowsiness and if one stopped to rest for too long one could fall asleep.  The guides were on hand to make sure that did not happen because we had to reach the camp at Laban Rata before it got dark.

My late hubby climbing on hands and feet

Laban Rata is located at a height of about 3,000 metres.  Today, Laban Rata boasts of hotel-like facilities for climbers but back in the '80s, there were only shacks with no hot showers or food.  I remember shivering in the cold that night trying to get some sleep and sometime during the night, I was rudely awaken by a rat nibbling at my feet.  The place was infested with rats because of food left over by climbers.  We ate whatever supply we brought along - biscuits and maggi mee.  It rained that night and I thought with dread of the next morning when we have to make the final assault to the peak!

Mt Kinabalu covered in mist - as seen from the National Park

The final (and hardest) part of the climb began at 2 a.m. the next day, which fell on August 31, 1981.  We were dressed for cold weather (jackets and gloves) and each of us carried a torchlight to find our way in the dark.  The final part of the climb was on rock surfaces and having rained the night before, we had to be extra careful on the slippery rocks. 

The first part of the climb involved climbing along a ridge which had to be done in single file.  There were ropes to hold on to and as the group snaked its way on the ridge, I felt a sense of trepidation...what if someone falls off this ledge in the dark?  During the climb, one climber got cold feet and suddenly stopped in the middle of the ridge, prompting those behind her to scream...urging her to move on!

As we got higher, the rocks became steeper and the air became thinner.  I remember a couple of members in the party could not make it to the last few hundred feet because they felt too sick.  The thin mountain air caused them to be dizzy and nauseated.

As dawn arrived, I crawled on all fours to get to the peak and having reached the mountain top, I felt a sense of relief never felt before.  The quietness and majestic beauty of the mountain made me feel so small and insignificant amid Allah's creation.  Mt Kinabalu stood proudly in the dawn...a towering yet foreboding beauty!

We signed the log book to record our presence and made the journey down immediately after.  The descent had to begin the latest by 7 a.m. as it would be dangerous after that due to mist covering the mountain top.  

The descent was much harder than the ascent - as I seemed to have lost control of my thigh/leg muscles.  The path was also muddy and slippery due to rain the night before and it was hard on the knees.  Negotiating the ledge that we had climbed the night before, I was horrified to see how narrow it was.  The rocks stood 90 degrees leading to a dark chasm below!  I thought to myself that it was lucky we climbed in the dark.  Had we climbed in daylight, some people would probably have been frozen by fear!   As my legs were hurting, on the rock surfaces, I slid down on my butt rather than used my legs and by the time I reached base camp, my jeans and undies were in tatters!  My late hubby (who was then recovering from an injured ankle due to skydiving) and I were the last couple to reach the peak and to return to the National Park.

We left Kota Kinabalu on September 2 and three days later (September 5, 1981) we had our "bersanding" (marriage) ceremony. Every single bone and muscle in our bodies ached from the climb and I felt like a robot walking to the hall where the ceremony was held! 


Would I climb a mountain again?  NO...it is something I would do only once especially now that I am suffering from "knee-monia"....LOL!

The group that climbed Mt Kinabalu on August 31, 1981

Yesterday When I Was Young

It's a Tuesday morning and here I am listening to songs that I grew up with.  One that I really liked (for the significance of its lyrics) is Shirley Bassey's "Yesterday When I Was Young".

As I listened, I could see my life as a screenplay before my eyes.  The foolish things one does when one is young, the devil-may-care attitude towards life and people, the people you love who hurt you and the dreams you dreamed that never came true.

Do I miss the years of youth?  Yes and no.  Yes, because there were so many things to do and explore and being young you somehow feel a sense of invincibility.  No, because what I had gone through in my younger years actually prepared me for what was to come in my later years.  I had learnt to listen to my inner voice instead of other people; I had learnt to pick myself up when I fall - and I had fallen hard many, many times.  I am what I am today because of what I went through when I was younger.

Yes, I made mistakes - some of which were due to my belief that it's my life and no one has the right to judge me.  They did not go through the pain that I went through and it was as if having gone through all that pain, I am entitled to do what I want to.  Mistakes are part of being human; you call them experience that teaches you life's hard lessons.  Some of the mistakes that I had made are still being paid for today but that is the nature of life.

"Life is not about waiting for storms to pass, it is about learning to dance in the rain" - Anon