Some days are blue...

My uncle who is diagnosed with last stage of liver cancer is given less than 3 months of life left by his doctor. Last week he caught up blood and was re-admitted back to hospital. It was a sad day for us as all the relatives gather together to visit him. His skin and eyes were yellow due to jaundice cause by his failing liver. Every time he summon up his strength to thank us for our support and love, we start tearing. He is only 61 years old and the youngest brother to my mother. My mother is greatly affected since she doted on this brother since young. I have to comfort my mum throughout the journey. Now he is at a hospice while we continue to pray for him.

Earlier this week, I received another shocking news. One of my colleague who is around the same age as me had found a tumour growing in her head and require an emergency operation this coming monday. I took a while to digest this piece of news. I was discussing some problems at work with her just the day before and she did not know of her tumour then. Suddenly the work problem does not seems to matter anymore; in fact everything else does not matter anymore. She could have plans over this weekend; could be to the hairstylist to do her hair before chinese new year or some errands to run. BUT all these will have to hold while she fight for her life.

In a retrospective way, can we really control our life? Can we fight for our destiny? I felt humbled by these unfortunate turns of fate yet I feel a need to remain strong in my beliefs. I will survive!