Update

Yesterday, when I visited Chang, he complained that he has little energy. He had barely eaten, saying that his throat feels blocked. He had written instructions for his wife to inform the Hospis Malaysia nurse to administer intravenous glucose drip (to boost his energy levels) when she visited later in the evening.

When I saw him again today, the glucose drip had already been administered. I was told that the nurse would be visiting again this afternoon regarding his constipation problems.

He cannot sit for long periods. There's not enough flesh on his backside. After some time, he would stand for a minute to change position.  Today, I saw him stand up and put his arm around his mother's neck for support. Then he leaned his head toward her, like a child seeking comfort from his mother. In that moment, I saw so much  tiredness and weariness on his thin face. Anyone watching would feel for this man.

He likes alot of gentle massages as a relief. Today, his sister massaged his swollen feet with medicated oil. Then,  he asked his mother to give him "guasa". Guasa is Chinese language. Gua means scrape. Sa means poison or disease that will appear when  scraped, like red rash or bruise. The Chinese believe that it helps to detoxify and eliminate wind from the body. 

I agreed to update this blog on his behalf because I always thought that this blog holds alot of meaning for him. It is a documentation of the most difficult and lonely period of his life. Yet, it has also been a period of growth and awareness. He has mustered all his knowledge and skills in trying to heal himself, an area totally new to him.. He has put hours into research and poured his heart into writing this blog, On his busiest days, he made time to provide updates. It would be such a waste. So many people still wish to reach out to him and send him their prayers, I shall continue for as long as there is information for me to go on with.

As a friend, who has seen him go through some of the ups and downs during his cancer journey, I am learning each day. Sometimes, he write a few lines on a little whiteboard using a marker pen for me and I have an idea what he wants me to post. On other days, I would like to hear him talk but he does not have the strength anymore.

(Updated by Chang's friend)