How many years have I left? At my stage of cancer, and according to statistical studies, the doctor said that I had about two years left!
Mr. Despondent cried. I cannot afford to be admitted. For each day without work would mean no food for my family!
Mr. Suicidal mulled. Cancer means death. Cancer means a lot of pains. My family will worry about more hospital bills!
Mr. Pious calmly accepted. It's not for the doctor to decide. Only GOD will determine when he takes me. Meanwhile, I will continue to do good.
Mr. Philosophical stated. My young colleague died, on the spot, in an accident, and another two, of heart attack and dengue. With cancer, I have time to plan 'my future'.
Mr. Fighter scoffed. That was twelve years ago! Look at these two scars on my tummy. I challenged each time the 'Big C' returned! It’s interesting to note how some people have greater will-power to live compared to others.
It is important to have
a nurturing of hope, positive attitude, stronger determination, better coping skills, with good family support and love.
Each physician should not look at his or her own ‘part of the elephant’ but at the client as a whole.
Are there sufficient supports from nurses, palliative team, social welfare, counsellors and religious personnel?
“The cure of many diseases is unknown to physicians because they are ignorant of the whole. For the part can never be well unless the whole is well.” – Plato.
I grew up in a family where all my siblings were Chinese-educated. But my children grew up speaking English, Malay and Chinese dialect (Hokkien). I started reading the “Peter and Jane” series to them at the age of two. Oh, my kids’ English is about some of the amusing words they used as kids!
“Mum, mum! Are these bananas cooked?” as they ran in after the evening outdoor games with their neighbours.
“Yes, dear. The bananas are ripe!”
“Dinner will be ready soon. The rice is cooked!”
Learning English is like duck takes to water for them. They usually scored distinction, even my youngest and special child!
I read “The Taste Of Chocolate (Flash Fiction #35)” by Haoyando. It reminds me of a person with oesophageal cancer who suffered from dysphagia and could not swallow food.
A feeding tube was inserted through the nose straight to the stomach. Liquid food was fed several times a day.
Sometimes, the carer would feed him small spoonfuls of porridge with fish or minced meat. Slowly he would chew and roll the food inside his mouth with his tongue. Then he would spit the chewed food into a bowl.
The carer would strain this mushy food through a siever. This was mixed with the remaining liquid and fed through the naso- gastric tube.
That way he got to masticate the meat with his teeth, stimulated the taste buds on his tongue, and mixed the food with his oral salivary enzymes.
We must grateful for the ability to savour the little moments of joys satiating food!
Food is not just eating energy. It’s an experience. – Emoovio
Many people suffer in silence. The excuses are shame, taboos, ‘don’t wash dirty linens in public’, or ‘ you are weak’. And so, they ‘drown’!
Speaking up here refers to talking to someone close to oneself or a counselor. A meditation guru once suggested “meditating and telling the universe”. In peaceful solitude and self-reflection, one may find the answers or solutions.
“He is bleeding a lot … a lot! Can you come home, mum?” the older brother cried.
“Listen, boy. Go get a clean towel from the cupboard. Cover the wound. Press to stop the bleeding. Just press. Daddy will be back in a few minutes. I will meet you all at the emergency department.”
Nurse Chen went back to attend to her two patients. The doctors and nurses were hanging blood, pack after pack, only to see more blood being vomited and passed out. The resuscitation went on for these two regular patients who had cirrhosis liver and bleeding oesophageal varices.
Nurse Chen informed the ER staff to expect her son. He had five stitches on his foot.
Both are emergencies. The amount blood loss varies. But the perception of ‘a lot of blood loss’ is very real in both contexts!
I put a lot of effort into drawing cartoon for this video post. Then…
“Hmm, so many are viewing my video on “Fitting mental chips…” The traffic seems to be increasing of late!” Then I stumbled upon a few bloggers who had been sharing my posts on other social media, no wonder!