i went back to my hometown to accompany my mom since friday. she was admitted in the district hospital for a small surgery yesterday morning. To get a meat sample off her breast. Damn, that’s not so sweet. So i’ve been in and out of the ward from friday night until yesterday evening. I must say, i dislike to stay long in there.
to see so much suffering from illnesses and diseases made me very, very scared. my GOD, it’s pretty damn scary, plus, the smell of medicine…thank God i survived and i didnt faint, even once. I pray to God, please, don’t let anyone from my family to ever need his/her present there, no more. my heart broke down when i think of this, it saddens me a lot. it’s like a torn in my heart.
i guess when things start to fall and hopes start crumble down, the one best thing was the present of one’s family members. not that my mom was into a critical state or anything but the thoughts that kept hovering inside were more like an enemy than your best friends. but when smiles start to rain down from the pale gray, no other words can describe the happy feeling. i guess it’s true, laughter is the best medicine.
the person next to my mom, she was an elderly great grandmother of generations. at the age of 91, she was still strong enough to live for so many years ahead. it gave another hope to live for another day. she was my best friend’s grand mother yet, being in the other side of the world, i think he’s doing good.
i shared the same sadness with my mom, even though we never talked much. yes i know, i should start to take things easy and calmly. but that doesnt mean we are not happy with each others. life ain’t seem to portrait the direct colours whatsoever, but to see the other meaning of it, it means good.
it saddens me much more than anything to see the person i love so much got into that kind of situation. accidentally or not, it is still a very, very sad thing. things should get better, i hope. so many things lying around dead inside my head, and definitely, it’s time to awaken them. sounds like an awakening dead, might sounds awkward but it’s a good thing. they are the ones (thoughts) to contribute to a better future ahead.
sickness is one scary thing and death is just another part of it. Damn, devouring that kind of words it’s like suicide.
i love my mom, an unspoken written words.
