I was just told of this - erm how should I structure this – death of a Mom to two very young kids. I’m not quite sure if I did put it across gently, but there’s no need to beat about the bush is there?
Erm well she was first diagnosed with cancer some few months ago and got it cured. Recently she became unwell again and went to the doctor who informed her that her lifespan was left with just mere two days to a week.
Two days to a week
It got me thinking you know. If I were the doctor, will I want to break such a news to the patient? If I were the patient, will I really want to know about my remaining days. And especially if I’m a Mom, two kids, oh my god how can I possibly arrange for something good enough for them in just mere two days?
In any case, I’ve thought it quite through about what my possible emotions and thoughts would be. But those social norms of emotional attachment, is actually found pretty much at the end of the list. To my slight surprise and huge to yours maybe. Or perhaps I’m not quite understanding myself, you know, for me to be even surprised huh? Tough things.
Anyway.
Who is the mother to the kids of Ted? AHHHH, all that marathon watching and not getting to know who’s the Mom of Ted’s kid when I die?! Absurd I tell you. THIS CANNOT BE TOLERATED, I NEED TO KNOW WHO. (Oh, just in case if no one see where this is getting, this is HIMYM related)
I’ll have to complete watching all the episodes of The Big Bang Theory. Perhaps then I’ll die as a happier man remembering about Sheldon.
But then, I’ll die as an unsatisfied man filled with regret of life having not watch HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOW PART TWO. This is not even an option, I’ll HAVE to watch it before my heart stop pounding. Besides, it’s really one of the few things that keep it pounding in the first place.
And my HP books. Please bury/burn/scatter it along with me. I’m not done having my second round reading it. Fascinating as ever.
Erm well, then there’s this very wrong advice I gave sometime ago out of a moment of human attachment to someone. I’m really sorry about that but I’ve never said it so in person nor have I admitted to it. I’ve been trying to forget that it ever happened but it’s apparently still bugging me. So much so that I’ll remember it to the moment of the last days to my life.
And erm, words that I’ve never got to say. Words that I never made myself say or erm allowed, permission to say. Words that the rational me would just not get it out. There were tons of those you know. Tons and tons of those.
There. Generally about there. Sounds a little pathetic huh. Out of those 5 things that I thought of, 3 of them rotates around something say unreal.
Not that I felt any bad that I try not to link too much of the human touch to myself, in fact I’m pretty proud of it but man, what is life.
Well, quite enough on that. We’re pretty done for the day. I was supposed to complete my China&HK draft and publish it today but, something else got on. In fact, this is what is.
If I ever do have only two to one week of my life remaining, please do not tell me. You’ll be doing a huge favour and I’ll owe you one. But that’s only if you really want to be that calculative with the dead.
