In memory of my father_2

           Next day, the maid came to take over my brother to take care of my father. I was glad that she was around, and more glad that she was someone that my father trust and rely on, which hardly happening in my father life, in addition, she was also someone who could bear all the scoldings. Later I saw the blood investigation and found his renal profile was deranged. Furthermore, the doctor-in charged also told me that it was stranged that the previous private hospital did all the tests but a proper blood test. I felt sad hearing that, if I were there with him, possibly I could stop all the unnecessary tests that could even strained his body further. Later, to confirm diagnosis, my father need to go through bone marrow aspirate which could be painful as it involved spine. However, my father could go through it without much whining. Later at night, nurses also had to put ryle's tube to start feeding, again, my father cooperates very well. For first time after many many years, I hold his hands and kept encouraging for swallowing the ryle's tube so that it could get to the stomach. At this moment, with the strong will to live, my father did impress me, that he was a brave man. If it were me, possibly I would be whining here and there.
His stomach was really bloated, however, no one, not even doctor was able to find the real cause and treatment, although my father keep complaint of stomach pain. It was also not the typical symtoms of AML.

In memory of My father

           Never it occured to me that I need to face the faith testing this way. As I mentioned that the value that I lost seem getting bigger and bigger. and this time, its my father.
One Sunday, my father called me up and complaint that he felt always tired. Knowing my father who used to be a complainer and complaint the same thing when he was 40 plus, I didn't pay much attention to the same description by a 70 year old man. Then the following Tuesday, 26th April, my brother called me up and informed that father was admitted as he was almost fainted. I started to get worried. After that, doctor called me up and informed that my father was found to have Leukaemia! Although I heard it many times in my profession, its still shocking when someone close had it. As I informed my sister, I couldn't even finish my sentence but crying. Although our relationship with father used to be tensed, but in this juncture of time, all we had is daughters worried for father. As I saw my father at the emergency unit, I was even more sadden when I saw his frail body. No wonder he seemed to have lost so much of weight during my daughter's one year old dinner. Somehow I kept wanting to take family photo since chinese new year, but I never expected that's the last time we could have photo together.
My father was later admitted to the general ward, which he objected a lot. However, to ensure that he got a better care, we could only say that's doctors order and rejected his request to another 2 person ward with less experienced nurses. As the salt level was low, he appeared to be a bit disorientated, keep asking the maid to get the pant that was hanging somewhere, thinking that he was at home. For the first night, my younger brother spent the night there.

Bad thing can come more than two/three

Its been quite since I last blog. Things happened almost everymonth, and the value is getting bigger and bigger. In March, I lost my car. How it happen? As I stayed in a condo with only one car park, my proton iswara has to give way to another car and be parked outside the condo compound. Frankly speaking, its never come into my mind that it could be stolen as there were many other more valuable car, like Honda and Toyota parking along the same road. However, one Sunday morning on 20th March, the car was gone! As I made police report, mine was the second car reported, another report were made earlier and interestingly, apart from the owner and car plate number, the rest were the same. It looked like the theft was targeting the proton Iswara.
With this loss, it had brought me inconvenience. Thank God that my babysitter was kind enough to give us a lift to work and send En En to school, otherwise I wondered how I could get to work. Of course we paid her some petrol but she had to be willing to do that and I really appreciated it. Guess it was more valuable to find one kindness than an object loss.