17th March 2006,
6.20pm Fri evening. Doing blog before packing off straight to church. Today has been okie, work normal. Tomorrow myself and Magdalene will be going to City Bayview for Diabetes Management workshop for whole day, so the pharmacy left Charmine to be in charged. She has hand in resignation letter and her last day will be another 3 months from now. She has been really good help to me, and surely I'll miss her a whole lot.
Just now went to see Dr Leong, give him see aunts' clinical report on the CA. She was diagnosed with colon cancer metastasis to liver, and according to my cousin doctor in Adventist Hospital said there's no hope, no curative treatment available. I seek Dr. Leong's opinion, he said yes, can be treated, probably to prolong survival but not curative. Sadden by this, life goes on. What are we doing about this? As Christian...other than praying. I told Shanice, we will be praying for aunty, take heart. As I look back, we're not pretty close with the relative, only get together occasionally, weddings, funerals, birth. Other than that none, nothing much. Press on praying- do as much as I can to help. I do believe that God heals, Jesus heals. Even though I'm in medical line, and what I've been learning about diseases progression and drugs and treatment, but I believe strongly God heals.
It reflect back the scenario of how dad struggled fighting the cancer. Another question is whether is it that we lack of faith that resulted dad not healed? Or it's unforgiveness in his heart? At that point, I wonder...really really wondering- God, we prayed through, we shed tears, we pressed on, we unite our heart through as family. Church prayed, daddy prayed. He prayed, daddy really press on, and he dependant on God- he struggled yet he keep holding on to God, till the last breath, his last word " The Lord is my Lord and Saviour". That's the last word I ever hear from his mouth before he back with the Lord. Daddy is now with God, enjoying the splendor and majesty. I miss him so much, thinking about him can just make me shed my tears. Deep in my heart still engraved the memories, of the time we pressed on, but God did not heal Daddy. But He's still healer, yes- He heals, Jehovah Rophi, the Healer. How is my faith this time as I stand in the gap to pray for aunt? The Lord gives and He takes away, Blessed be the Name of the Lord. Trust Him, O little Faith, trust Him. He is able!
