Remember how I mentioned here that my Aunt, my Dad’s sister, is terminally ill with cancer.
She is expected to pass away within the next few days.
She is actually just lying in a hospital bed – going in and out of consciousness; suffering and not speaking; in a very weakened state.
My Uncle, her husband, passed away years ago from lung cancer.
She has a daughter and three sons who are all in their late 20′s and 30′s.
I feel so helpless. It scares me. I feel so bad because I haven’t visited her recently. I don’t want to see her like that.
My parents visit her every day.
Every time the phone rings, we think it’s the hospital because we will get notified first.
How horrible. She is just waiting to take her last breath…waiting to die…
Is it horrible for me to pray that she dies soon?
I hope she goes peacefully in her sleep...
I don’t wanna talk about the things we’ve gone through.
Though it’s hurting me, now it’s history.
But tell me does she kiss like I used to kiss you?
Does it feel the same when she calls your name?
Somewhere deep inside, you must know I miss you
But what can I say when I never had any say?
The winner takes it all
But poor Ling has to fall
My usual answer is, “Fine, okay.”
Then the next question is, “Is it busy?”
…and hopefully, that is the end of work talk.
BUT seriously, my REAL answer to that boring question is so UN-interesting; but if you insist, then this is what I am currently thinking about how work is.
My back and neck are killing me because I had to do some difficult treatment on this tooth the other day. Want to give me a massage?
For once in my life, a headmaster said I was a “GENIUS” (thrice!!!) as I did some amazing cosmetic dental work on her!
I work with too many females and you know what that means! Gossip / two-faced-ness / mood swings – I just don’t get it…the work is stressful enough without having to get stressed with female colleagues and their behaviour.
Two words : Work Politics. End of.
Last month’s pay …oh yeah!
Went for drinks after work yesterday and one of my patients served me and flirted with me and stuff…erm…no thanks! He looks okay but open his mouth and well, need I say more?
And that’s all I am thinking about work at present.
Isn’t it sad that on my day off, I am writing about what I think about work!
Hello? Day off. Work? Who cares? Not me, that’s for sure!
In conclusion : I work to live, not live to work.
My surgeon’s secretary called me last week.
“Come into hospital on Tuesday at 9.30am. You will get your reult then…”
Crazy thoughts raced through my mind. Why do you have to go to hospital to get your result? Why can’t they tell you over the phone? It MUST be bad news!
I went to the hospital with my Mum. I got called in. I had to undress so they could remove the dressing. I started to panic slightly when Nurse 1 went to get Nurse 2 who went to get the Head Nurse who went to get the Consultant. “Just tell me already!”
Good news! Thank God. Thank you family and friends for your prayers.
The wound is still bleeding and oozing pus. I am still not allowed to shower, not allowed to gym, not allowed this and not allowed that. But who cares? I am fine because I am benign.
Benign is defined as not dangerous to health; not recurrent or progressive (especially of a tumour), i.e. non-cancerous
Cancer is deadly. I have a blood-related aunt who is terminally ill with the cancer I could have had. I saw her last week – her hair has fallen out, she is extremely thin and gaunt, her eyeballs are popping out, she can barely move. The cancer has spread all over her body. She is in palliative care.
Palliative care is defined as treatment to relieve, rather than cure, symptoms of cancer
The sad thing is her younger brother, my uncle, died a few years ago with cancer too. He was also in palliative care but couldn’t live every day waiting to die, so he committed suicide. Cancer runs in my family so I was really worried that I would be next.
Thanks everyone for your prayers. Please continue to pray for my aunt.