Counting on my blessings
Here's a real story, of a warrior.. of a survivor, of a fighter of the disease well known, cancer.Brain Cancer to be more precise.
He is a friend of Pres. While Pres was at Klang, his long lost friend came to drop by last nite, and hence his reason for staying up till 2am. So, here goes...
He was called 'boy'. He's 25 and livin it up. What you wouldnt know if he didnt tell you was that he told that his life would have ended last year, somewhere in December. But he's a fighter and here he is till this very day.
He was once engaged, but he broke it off without telling her the 'real' reason. I thought it wasnt fair, but I'm sure he has his own explaination for this one. She still calls him, now and then to get back on him, without knowing that he is doing her a favour so that she can live on.
He did not tell his mom of his illness, because she herself suffers from heart disease, so the only ones aware of his health conditions are his father and sister. Everytime he goes for an operation, they'd tell his mom that he's working outstation. It's pretty sad, but true.
He has now 5% of his skull of, was coma for 3 months and hospitalized for a year, 2 of his spine bones (not sure of the medic term for this) got out. Has a long scar of stitches trailing down his neck and might go off anytime.
When you hear things like this, first thing that comes to me, "how do I react to this?" I know that the last thing that guy would want is sympathy. Maybe the best to do is to pray for him. Hope for a miracle and to use this story as a lesson.
Hence, came the promise Pres and I made. That if anything of this sort happens to either of us, we promised to at least tell. And pray that both of us will be of good health and nothing like this would happen to our kids, in the future. It's sadlar.. I cried.
posted by WaBBa Fe$H @ 4:25 AM
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