When I spoke to mum over the phone this morning, she sounded so weak and sad. She has been so unwell lately. It's hard for anyone to understand her illness especially when it is intangible like in her case. She suffers from dizziness and headaches all day. The nerves can't stop twitching in her head, it's like a circus in there. She can't sleep and leg cramps keep her awake all night. When she manages to doze off, she wakes up in a terrifying fright.
She thinks she is dying and it makes me sad. Doctors can't do much to alleviate her pain. Just bear with the side effects, they say.
Perhaps the stream of vistors during the Chinese New Year is taking a toll on her well-being. Even talking is a strain, it drains all the energy out of her. An out of ordinary day will leave her feeling out of sorts all week. She needs time and many quiet days to recover.
Being ill is indeed a sad thing. While others can empathise, the sick is the one who continues to suffer. Despite feeling unwell, mum tries to stay cheerful and positive so that she doesn't spoil the mood of others.
I had hoped and hoped that she will get better but hearing her sound so disheartened makes me wish I have a magic wand.
Sorry if I am feeling a little melancholic. While I was out walking Rusty an hour ago, I came across a tragic scene. Someone had just leapt from a high rise building. The lifeless body, maybe a teenager or a small woman, was sprawled on the grass. It is indeed sad to witness something like that. Why did the life have to end that way?
I wish I have a magic wand to make the world a better place for all.