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Someone lent me a book by Dr. Edith Eva Eger, “The Choice”. Having already read Viktor Frankl’s book, “Man’s Search For Meaning” years ago, ( see my previous article Man's Search For Meaning ) I had the curiosity in me to see what this book had to offer or if it was any different from “Man’s Search For Meaning”. Viktor Frankl was already an adult and a psychiatrist when he was detained in Auschwitz. His book written in 1946 and later translated into English. In contrast, the Nazis brought Edith to Auschwitz at a tender age of 16 years old. She dreamt of being a ballerina and competing at the Olympics. However, her dreams were crushed as a result of racism and later detention at that horrifying place. Both her mother and father were killed on the first day of arrival. Many were beaten, tortured and executed. As there were hardly enough food, out of desperation, some had even resorted to cannibalism, eating the flesh of the dead. She barely made it out alive herself. When “…
have been encouraged by Cordelia Lee to explore my creative side, she has
inspired me to use poetry as a form of self-expression. I find that poetry
allows me to express myself in a different way. Though I have to admit, it is
still a struggle for me to find the words to express myself. Recently, I was moved for the first time to
submit my poetry for an anthologyhttp://www.singlitstation.com/thousandcranes.
theme and subject matter somewhat speak to me.The topic of coping with illnesses and death can be a taboo topic and
yet all of us will die one day. On the other hand, if we were given a life of
immortality without pain and suffering, can we truly live? Will we appreciate
our moments in life and the opportunities given to us? Or do we feel empty
without a purpose?Indeed, this is not
an easy question to answer. I
felt good after writing the poem. It gave me a different outlet to express my
trauma and the experience I went through. Below
is the poem I have written :- The Gas Explos…
When the government announced a
14-day Movement Control Order (MCO) throughout Malaysia because of the
coronavirus, chaos and panic happened at the supermarkets, despite the
government’s assurance of enough food and daily necessities. The government thought that the
message was clear, everyone to stay home, social distancing from one another. However, on the 1st day itself, some defied the MCO and
continued with their merry ways, not taking this pandemic seriously. Now, day
14th has passed, and the government has extended the MCO until the 14th of
April as the numbers of those infected within the country become higher.
This is not the first time I am
being confined to a place, like a bridge between two stories, I can’t help but
to compare and connect it to my post-burn care experience.
The feeling of isolation,
uncertainty for the future, unpredictability, anxiety, hopelessness, not being
in control, fear, confusion regarding the situation and most of all, not see…
International Women's Day is here once more. Some celebrated it. Some feel should not as a celebration of womanhood should be everyday. To me, these days can be served as a reminder to us. We can be preoccupied with our responsibilities, activities, our families and of life that we sometimes even forget our own birthday.
Today I reflected on the women who have impacted me. Because of these women, they inspired me to write a woman song in 2018.
Women Song sang on 8 March 2020, dedicated to all women readers here. I wrote it in 2018. There are so many women out there who made a big impact on me over the years since a teenager until today. Let me list them whom I can remember offhand:-
1) Anne Subashini - founder of The Inclusive Outdoor Classroom. I have the privilege to get to know her since drum circle days. Her passion is infectious. Her faith, her belief that there should be no division between children no matter of their backgrounds, no matter of their health conditioning is emp…
do not understand the pain and suffering that a burn survivor goes through,
sometimes it may continue for years from the initial burn incident. The
complications of wound healing and also contracture sometimes get into the way
of healing and makes it difficult for a burn survivor to lead a normal life. Treatment
and managing the after effect of burns can be a lifelong process.
Furthermore, burn care is one of the most complicated and expensive treatment
at the hospital. Fatimah
nearly died in a fire at 6 years old. Since then, she has gone through numerous
surgeries throughout her young life. Despite
the challenges and odds against her, Fatimah entered high school and continued
with her studies at the University of St. Thomas. However, her studies were often
disrupted with her medical needs. Fatimah
is a kind and caring lady who often shares her experiences with newer burn
survivors on how to cope with their burn injuries. Although she has her own
life challenges, she often motiva…
looked at his pale face and frail body on the hospital bed. Lines and tubes on
his legs and neck. There was a bag at the right side with yellowish looking
water inside. The liquid was not urine but water which had to be pumped out
from his stomach cavity. It was difficult
to see someone whom you have known since young to look so weak. He had lost
weight and aged considerably. It
was the second day of Chinese New Year. My sister and I took a trip down
to Kuala Lumpur to visit relatives. We visited a cousin at the High Dependency Unit,
he had liver cancer and was complaining of diarrhea. Visiting hours were 11.30am
to 1.30am and 5.30pm to 7.30pm. We had to take turns going in as only 2 guests
at a time are allowed.
having the experience of a prolonged stay at the hospital and being immobile, I
was tongue tied. I didn’t know what to say or how to comfort him. I could
only share with him of my previous struggle at the hospital. On
our second visit before our trip back to Penang, …