Lately, i came to know more saddening news about the people around me. It made me realise that life is truly unpredictable and fragile. There is never a convenient time for sickness to strike and at this point, i don't know how prepared and ready i am to deal with it, should it happen to myself or my loved ones.
As i stepped into the ICU just now, i thought back of my late grandmother. How she had numerous tubes and machines supporting her. We were told to prepare for the worst. Her eyes never opened. The cold ward and glass cubicles seem all too familiar. The sterile clinical smell made me slightly depressed. i was sixteen; it was boxing day.
I can understand how it feels to be so emotional that you become numbed. It is a coping mechanism and facade. But deep down, the fear of reality lingers.
When things seem so bleak, i coincidentally bumped into a long-lost friend at the most unlikely place. It seemed almost like a planned meeting after all that has happened. i'm glad we were able to talk and i really appreciate her professional advice as a nurse.
Hopefully, this is a sign that things can only get better. It hasn't been a good year so far but i believe, things will improve. i really do. Life can't be that cruel.
