I Won't Be Posting If I'm Not At UTP

Deafening silence in my room here at UTP prompted me to update my blog. I am yet to submit my hardbound thesis report, and that the reason why I am back here.

I bumped into this while browsing through LYN. I find this piece of essay inspirational in times when my family is battling diabetes together with my grandpa.

" There are two days in every week about which we should not worry. Two days which should be kept free from fear and apprehension.

One of these days is yesterday, with its mistakes and cares, its faults and blunders, its aches and pains. Yesterday has passed forever beyond our control. All the money in the world cannot bring back yesterday. We cannot undo a single act we performed. We cannot erase a single word we said. Yesterday is gone!!

The other day we should not worry about is tomorrow, with its possible adversities, its burdens, its large promise and poor performance. Tomorrow is beyond our immediate control. Tomorrow's sun will rise, whether in splendor or behind a mask of clouds. But it will rise. Until it does we have no stake in tomorrow, for it is yet unborn.

This leaves only one day: today.

Any man can fight the battles of just one day. It is when you and I add the burdens of two awful eternities - yesterday and tomorrow, that we break down.

It is not necessarily the experience of today that disturbs one's peace of mind. It is often time the bitterness for something which happened yesterday and the dread of what tomorrow may bring. Let us therefore live one day at a time."

The specialist doctor and I have made a decision to amputate grandpa's left toe. It has become gangrenous because he is diabetic. If I have one wish now, I wish my grandpa's wound on both of his toe to heal faster. I am desperate to see him getting well soon enough. I want to see a healthy him.

Amputating a toe might sound simple, but the emotional distress caused to the individual is always greater than recuperating the wound itself. Take good care of diabetic old man. Protect them, even from the slightest cut.

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There's an old man sitting next to me. I have to SHOUT to his ear to get my conversation through. He is holding my hand. He asked mom where am I if he don't see me around for more than 15 minutes. I get him whatever he wanted to eat. I am his watch-guard when he sleeps. At the end of the day, I need Strepsils lozenges for my "cracky" throat. Ahh I have missed Neutrogena mask for my acne due to lack of sleep.

Never mind.

After all, Benjamin Franklin once said, an old man in a house is a good sign.

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