I was eating dinner with my folks when my mom brought up an topic about Cancer. Now, many members of my family had or have Cancer. It was a touchy subject. My mom had cancer 3 years ago, happily, she is a survivor. When i first learned that my mom was sick, it was uncertain if it was terminal or not. It was a difficult period of time to live though. My mom was a really petite woman and wasn't physically strong. I remember spending days in the hospital. You can practically blindfold me and i'll know my way around Sloan & Kettering. I hated it there, not the people, but what that place signified. Eventually, after many treatments of Chemotherapy and radiation my mom was cured of Cancer (remission) . I want to thank our Pastor Wing and his wife Sue who came over many of times to come pray for my mother and for all the wonderful doctors and nurses at Sloan I also thank God for providing me with these people, so that i still got a mom to take for granted. Today, my aunt and my former Sunday school teacher has stage 4 and has metastasis to other parts of their bodies. Usually these Cancers are treatable but not curable. They had a time limit on their lives, not knowing what their time limit is... they live each day in agony not knowing if they're gone tomorrow, ten days from now, two months from now or even, forty years from now. During dinner i told myself if i ever get sick, not knowing if I'm going to die tomorrow or the next, I prefer to do things to the fullest. But, now that i sit in front of this computer screen reflecting on my silent answer i gave myself during dinner. I wonder if i can carry out such boastfulness. Looking back in my crater of a life, i realized I'm not that strong afterall....
Monday, April 5, 2010
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Reason why i'm writing
Have you ever have those days where you think about things. Totally random things, whether it'll be something big or small, but not really thought provoking to mention it to anyone, so then you just keep it to yourself and then you just forget about it later on? Well, it happens to me a lot, i guess in a way i consider myself as a thinker.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)