Poem And Dedication

The trouble with most people is that they think with their hopes or fears or wishes rather than with their minds.
Will Durant

Some of my friends have been a bit concern after my Brave or Plain Stupid? post. Actually, I have written another version earlier but it was very academic in nature, devoid of emotions. More than 90% of my blog postings are written instantaneously (including that post) and it reflects my feelings at the time of writing. Only more factual information that needs researching are written in advance. As a result, you would note mood swings in my posts. So do not be alarmed as I could write differently on the same topic at different times. Ironically, I write best when I am in a sad mood. It's only through sad times I learn to appreciate joyfullness.

I had power failure from 11am to 6pm yesterday when TNB has to shutdown power for a substation maintenance nearby. It caused me great inconvenience. I had to move to my mother's place to continue my juicing. Luckily it's not frequent, this was the first time since I started my therapy.

Of Scammers
The word cancer really strikes fear in most people. Its synonymous with pain and death. And because of the fear of dying and the wish for a cure, many are trapped by scammers. They do not think with their brain anymore. It's driven by fear and hope leading to irrational decisions and subsequent regrets.

I have been following a cancer patient and when the body showed a slight negative development, the fear took over and some people immediately spring into action offering hope of cures. All the faith in the existing therapy just vanishes. Because its the patient's choice, all we can do is to watch and pray.

Dedication For Eric Tai
I received this beautiful poem from Christine and she would like to dedicate it to Eric. After reading, I think it was also very appropriate for me.

Footprints in the Sand

One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.

In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there were two sets of footprints, other times there was one only.

This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, I could see only one set of footprints, so I said to the Lord,

"You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you, you would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life there has only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed you most, have you not been there for me?”

The Lord replied, “The years when you have seen only one set of footprints, my child, is when I carried you.”

Mary Stevenson, 1936