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Wow, I’d thought it’d be easy to keep a blog in which I could just write whatever I’m feeling, wherever, whenever. Turns out not quite. Oh, well…

Anyways, dad is doing fine these few days. He started work yesterday. Previously, he’d told his colleagues/friends he was suffering from Stage I cancer. On the day of the second chemo, mum secretly called one of his friends and told him the truth: that dad doesn’t know he’s actually suffering from Stage IV lung cancer. So that friend was told to keep it a secret and to help keep an eye on dad when he returns to work. So yesterday, bless that friend and other colleagues and even his supervisor, dad was confined to the desk. He didn’t do any work, just slept a bit and walked around the area (he works at the power station). He said he felt dizzy after that, so perhaps it’s a good move that he’s given time to get his bearings. He didn’t eat lunch, because he couldn’t bring himself to eat anything from the canteen and only had pineapples (thereafter complaining at night about tummy ache, sigh).

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Comel & The Journey to the Vet

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Eyes big and wide, Comel sat huddled to the back of the cage. He’s rarely been out of the house and the last (and first) time he went on a journey was to the vet about 5-6 years ago to get sterilized. Now he embarked on his second journey, but this time round, to solve the problem of difficulty in pooping.

Brought him to a different vet, this time in Woodlands. Friendly staff, with a resident black macho cat named Carlos. Apparently, Carlos also stands guard at night and keeps the pets that are left overnight at the clinic company as there’s no humans around from 8pm to 9am.

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