42 year old gentleman. Had nasopharyngeal cancer (NPC) 20 years ago and was treated with radiotherapy.
Last year he developed cancer of the neck, probably as a result of repeated & prolonged exposure to the radiation treatment for the NPC. He has had 3 surgeries to remove the growth on his neck & this has left him with a hoarse voice, unable to swallow properly and partially disfigured.
Today, he needed to have a feeding tube surgically inserted into his stomach to facilitate nutrition.
And then, some one I know well complained about the prices of Chinese New Year cookies.
I've looked at life from both sides now
From up and down and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall
I really don't know life at all
Both sides now (Joni Mitchell)
Wednesday, January 31, 2018
Thursday, January 11, 2018
That's the malaysia airlines flight to Auckland. Always brings a smile to us when we get to visit the daughter, marking the beginning of a much anticipated family vacation at year's end.
Except when she has to board the same flight on her own, to go back for the new academic term.
She's spent the last 10 days with us at home. She regaled, shopped, feasted and caught up with old friends.
And she lamented she has to go back again and that if only we all could be there with her.
Grow up, girl. There are many solo journeys in life. Paths on which you thread alone. A rite of passage.
But you are not really alone. Our love for you abounds wherever you are. Our thoughts of you tarry by your side. On your shoulders, you carry our aspirations. And God's presence is nigh if you open your heart to Him.
Goodbye is painful only when you know you'll never say hello again.
Goodbye for now, Hello in October.
Posted by doc at 10:19 AM 2 comments:
Labels: Her calling
Tuesday, January 09, 2018
Friend or foe?
Conflicts at work are a norm. Everyone is wired differently, so they think differently over the same issue, and accordingly, act differently. Some problems resolve amicably while others simmer in the background, sometimes ready reignite.
Is there a feeling that is worse than being stabbed in the back? It's so cliche to state that a brave person will face the issue by taking the bull by the horns, and only a low-esteemed low-life coward will stick in the knife when no one's watching.
My colleague seemed to be such a person. Another colleague had attested to that. So sad...going away for meditation.....for spiritual renewal....in faraway exotic retreats... came to nought.
A skilled pair of hands would do great wonders prompted by a honest mind and compassionate heart, and only a few can claim that honour. But for now, it's a relief to vent....to rant...to get the uneasiness off the chest. And the knife off the back.
Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.
Posted by doc at 10:08 AM 2 comments:
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