Went to the hospital with my dad and L today for his talk with the surgeon. Why is it I always end up having a blast at hospitals?
Probably not when I was 6 months and 2. Sounded scary. But since I was 5, almost 6. Going to the hospital has, for the most part, been an adventure. It’s like, something scary unites us, causes us to care and be more real because of a possibility of loss, makes us treasure those we love, and want to enjoy the time we have..
I’m glad that my dad takes these things in his stride. It’s not that we don’t know the pain cancer causes someone. We’ve seen, loved and lost. But when something happens, we have to face up to it, decide how to act on it and trust, and not make it worse by thinking the worst..
I guess.. you learn new things, get to talk to new people, get to say you have a new experience, get to be grateful when you come out of it, treasure those who stick by you, understand those who suffer, appreciate those who make a difference everyday by saving/healing lives.. and maybe are just thankful to God for a beautiful life..
I remember accompanying a language school friend to the hospital in Bangkok to check if she had a brain tumour. We laughed and joked while waiting and it was only afterwards that she told us how afraid she had been because of a family history. We were all foreigners with a month of language under our belt. Away from everything familiar but coming together coz we couldn’t let our friend go by herself. In that moment, in that bubble, there was a certain solidarity, something irreplaceable.. something moving about love and friendship across barriers. These are the moments I treasure more than life itself..
If we die, we die. But if we live, let us love and be a part of something bigger than ourselves. For the short or long time we are here on this blessed earth, let us love freely and allow ourselves to be loved.
Yes, we get sad. We think of sad things when we are alone. And there are times we will be sad together. That sad together is precious too.. together is precious. But while we have breath and can still laugh about life, let’s do that. The world needs a little laughter..
(Sidetrack: Sigh. I love Thailand. Really pray for their political stability in this time.)
So NOT editing this for once. hmfph!
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Updated 11:15 a.m. – Aiyah, couldn’t resist 2 minor rounds of sp/grammar correction. ;)