My life or His Publicity? When Zulum made a call
By Isa Gusau
Our boss, Governor Babagana Umara Zulum, my family and closest friends wouldn’t like what I am about to publicly reveal. I deeply apologise.
Last week, I had a surgery at Max Multi Speciality Hospital in New Delhi, India. The surgery, which doctors categorised as a ‘high risk’ was around my chest wall and lungs. It lasted some hours. It was very successful. Alhamdulillah!
Some readers, especially close friends, may now have mixed feelings: happy that the surgery went well, but disappointed that I kept them in the dark. I am sorry.
If you (reading this) also feel that way, you certainly have the right to be angry, that is, if you translate my decision to impliedly measure your importance to me.
Well, I even kept the surgery away from my children. I made sure they did not know what I was going through. I also kept it away from my brothers and sisters.
Sometimes, the best way to protect your loved ones and friends is by making them think everything is okay. You may torture and potentially harm some if they know precisely what you might be passing through.
Unless it happens beyond your control, what is really the point of deliberately making your loved ones and friends suffer from the pains of extreme imagination and mental bereavement, whereas putting them in that state would notquite change your condition?
As a journalist 12 years ago, I had a surgery for appendix and a complication from the mistake of surgeon in Abuja, kept me hospitalised for two weeks. From my hospital bed, I saw how my children – 12 years younger then, were often traumatised. I saw how my sisters in particular, brothers and close friends were sleeplessly worried.
I must say however, that keeping people in the dark has its own downside
So, this time, I decided to free them from those pains.
I must say however, that keeping people in the dark has its own downside. You potentially lose deliberate offer of prayers and well wishes. You also have to deal with people engaging you since they do not know.
From my hospital bed, I attended to office work and private issues, including financial requests.
Someone even sent me a strong message, almost calling me a wicked man for not sending him money the day he made his request. Funny enough, his request came the night before my surgery. At that time, I was undergoing a final round of mandatory tests: kidney, liver and respiratory function, Hepatitis B and C, and HIV I and 2, which are conducted on all patients undergoing surgery, for the safety of surgeons who endlessly make contact with blood in theatre.
I had about 100 tests, but negative for all dangerous diseases. Again, Alhamdulillah.
But I must admit that anticipating results from cancer tests (and this happened a number of times), was traumatising.
From the onset, I was sent for a whole body PET (Positron Emission Tomography) scan. This is a nuclear diagnostic procedure that evaluates the functioning of all body organs and tissues from head to toe. It is one of the highest diagnostic machine for cancer, heart and lung diseases, gastrointestinal, endocrine, neurological disorders, and other serious conditions.
All the tests reconfirmed what I already knew before arriving in India – that I had a chronic ulcer and some fluid between my chest wall near my lungs.
The Indian doctors investigated me intensively, to rule out any dangerous cause of the fluid. This was why I had to undergo numerous investigations for all killer diseases.
From both sides of my chest, the fluid was extracted and cultured to detect any link to all kinds of dangerous diseases. All negative.
At the end, the Indian doctors concluded I needed to have a thoracic surgery which involved penetrating my chest wall to evaluate my lungs, drain the fluid and extract some tissue for biopsy. Again, the biopsy reconfirmed no link with any dangerous disease. Alhamdulillah! The fluid was from a blockage.
But how did I even find myself in India?
One evening, in the second week of November, 2022, I went to Governor Zulum with a communication plan we had produced at the Press Unit of the Government House.
The plan was to comprehensively showcase most of what the administration achieved since 2019. We planned a syndicated multimedia campaign on traditional, online and social media, with dates and sectors to be focused on.
The plan did not require funding. We only needed the Governor’s blessing.
Governor Zulum looked at it and said, ‘this is an excellent plan. Please see me tomorrow, insha’Allah to discuss it.’
‘Gusau’, he began. ‘I am seriously worried about how you are losing weight
The following day when I came, Zulum said something I did not expect.
‘Gusau’, he began. ‘I am seriously worried about how you are losing weight. What is happening?,’ he asked.
I said, ‘I have ulcer but I was also having some chest pain. I saw a medical doctor in Abuja and after a chest CT scan, they found some fluid around my chests. The doctor said from my test results, he did not think it was anything serious. He gave me some ‘water pill’ to drain the fluid.’
Zulum said: ‘look, I really like your plan for our media campaign but honestly, your health is far more important to me. I want you to immediately go to India and do an intensive check-up. I will issue a diplomatic letter to speed up your visa issuance. Leave this media thing till you return.’
I want you to immediately go to India and do an intensive check-up
Zulum’s judgement call was thoughtfully wise because the ‘water pill’ did not work.
Zulum provided all the support I needed. I departed on December 13, 2022 and he kept monitoring my journey.
The Governor came to India for some engagements on December 25, 2022, and on arrival, he immediately invited me.
Later same day, I was admitted ahead of my surgery, scheduled for Tuesday, December 26.
Early on surgery day, Zulum called just as he did later at night to know how it went. This was despite assigning someone to monitor me and update him.
The next day, Zulum was by my bedside. We spent an hour together. I saw from him love, compassion, brotherhood and fatherliness.
I am eternally grateful to an extraordinary boss and to everyone who supported me.
Although I lost weight, I am recovering and from the look of things, I might soon be strong enough to challenge Omos, that big and ruthless wrestler, to show him I am stronger.
Until that ‘fight’, I wish you the best of health, faith and prosperity.