Still waiting

Each time I have had to wait in the waiting room/area with my mum, my husband and on my own to see a medical specialist or general practitioner, the one pressing, perplexing thought/question is – there must be a better way or system to treat patients. People in need of medical attention – urgent or […]

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Sister number 2

Sister number 2 left for Sydney last Tuesday. She came home in August to visit family. And, to help me care for my mum while Kalyani, the caregiver, was away in Sri Lanka. Having sister number 2 with us was an unexpected bonus. Honestly, I did not expect her to jump in to help me. […]

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Sheer entertainment

Thank you, Tom Cruise. For 2 hours 43 minutes of sheer entertainment. Mission: Impossible – Dead Reckoning Part 1 (M:I – 7) was exciting and fast paced from the get-go. My husband and I expected an action-packed movie. We got action-packed, and a lot more. Yes, we chose to accept the mission. The mission to […]

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Rekindled memories

It was a look back couple of weeks for me. The previous Tuesday afternoon, I met up with a school friend. From the class of SNC’78. Whilst my husband, mum-in-law sat. The Friday before, I caught up with three of my university mates. All of whom I had not seen since the Covid pandemic. The […]

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Wonderings

I have a few wonderings that have been nagging me for a while. Who, what, which people and authorities are responsible and can implement change. I hope the answers are out there. My husband and I frequent Kuala Lumpur’s numerous sprawling and well-tended parks. They are particularly busy at the weekends. Picnic spots are occupied. […]

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Making a call

My mum had a scheduled home visit with her palliative doctor on Tuesday. It’s always only Dr Rose. This time there was Dr Carmen, who recently joined Beacon Hospital. And, nurse Ruth. She was present to do my mum’s blood test. A once every three-month arrangement. Dr Rose’s home visit routine starts with questions about […]

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Trying to be mindful

I stubbed my toes against chairs, beds and doors. Repeatedly. It wasn’t like I didn’t know the furniture was there. I just didn’t have the ability to avoid bumping into them. I also managed to slice the skin off the top of one of my fingers trying to open a can of peaches. Why I […]

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Worry pattern

My worry pattern has changed in recent years. Now, I seem to worry more about people I care for, and situations and events I cannot control or have no influence over. The latter makes little sense but what to do. I am on a constant worry mode with regards to my mum. An unusually high […]

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