This trip back home (Kuching) was really unexpected.
Was heading to Singapore by night train on April 23rd when I got a message informing me to be ready to head home anytime and to prepare for the worst. My day trip in Singapore on April 24th was a chaotic mixed- emotions mad rush that included a migraine and blacking out at an old istana's garden. I crashed the day's schedule visiting Little India, Kampung Glam and Chinatown in hot sun and under the rain. Practically visited the 3 main historical areas of Singapore. I prayed for the best for my dad, tried to expect for the worst and at the same time juggled a horrible migraine eating my mental state up. And I finally left Singapore in the evening.. what a day..
Arriving at KL Sentral, I rushed to Mas's office and got myself the earliest available flight out of KL back to Kuching. It was schedule at 4 in the evening so I rushed home and packed, got some college matters settled and headed to the airport. I wanted to keep calm and refrain from punching someone but everyone seemed to be making things harder and harder for me. The lady at the standby counter was bitchy and so was the guy at the ticketing counter. After a whole big mess and finding myself crying at the Business Class check in counter, I got someone's attention and an earlier ticket back home. *What a scene...
Came back and found Daddy horribly thin and tired but he smiled weakly at me. And the whole hospital - patient - walking on tiptoes scenario started.
Everyday I would faithfully serve my shift at the hospital, trying to entertain my dad in whatever way possible. It was really tough for him but he managed to fight through the lowest days. The docs put him on another chemo drug and it seems alright so far.
Coming back for these two weeks, I hurt myself twice: spraining my back and falling on my back + hurting my knee. Gee, I'm a potato. Everyday seemed like a running day and time has passed so fast I find myself preparing to go back to KL again. I can't delay my studies and I can't do any work here so I have to go back and do some work AND head back in mid June, again.
Well, this trip back made me realise how close my family actually is and how much I love every single member of the family including my dad's sisters. I also realised how lucky I am to be part of this family and how much everyone means to me. Daddy almost left us (even he said so, but he refuses to tell us what he actually saw and felt during the lowest days) but I guess God wanted him to spend a bit more time with us.. and I'm truly, truly thankful and glad for that.
p.s. Daddy was baptised on April 25, 2006 as 'Gerard Mark Ang Boon Chin' at the Sarawak General Hospital.
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