A shoulder to cry on ... a shoulder to lean on .... nicely put in a poem but where are you dear shoulder I can't seem to find you ......
A shoulder or ear to listen with me .... I think being the eldest you have no one to turn to in times like this now - everyone seem pretty busy with their own life or pretend not to know.
I remembered when I was diagnosed with a huge fibroid in my uterus I turn to a dear friend C to lean on and discuss my problem and how I cried over the phone telling him and his words of encouragement I pull through the major surgery and with his visits during his lunch hour (he was then working at a nearby clinic) was indeed a blessing.Again during my confinement(I had 7 weeks of medical leave) being alone at home coping on my own cooking and doing house chores it was again him who calls to ask how I am doing can I cope?and with his cousin J they both came to visit me at home to make sure I am ok.Even my recuperation holiday to Sydney and Brisbane was suggested by him to forget what I just went through and accepting it.
The same shoulder again I lean on when my mom passed away listening to my cry all over again and words of moral support and I went into depression it was to him I confide besides another good doctor friend who had left this world... RIP Dr Alex Khoo.
Over the years when I was coping with the loss he and his cousin J will bring cheers inviting me over the weekend to spend with them and there are always 5-6 of us and J's mom and sister....
cooking and watch movies and play games.
Then they both went to stay in NZ in 1998 for 1yr to get the PR status and since we are so far away every alt week he sends a post card with news from there (I still keep them tau) C always tell me to throw them away esp the letter he wrote ... they came back and after 6 months they went again and this time he ask me to get a pc so we can chat online and thats when I was into pc chatting with him on ICQ...
I went to NZ to visit them and I first went to Christchurch and Queenstown on my own for 5 days before flying to Auckland and how happy I was to see them waiting at the airport.They rented a nice 2 bedrooms house and I slept in J's room whilst the 2 of them shared the master bedroom.Here I met another 2 bachelors whom they met at S'pore Club and we became friends my 2 weeks stay was full of activities , we will be out everyday driving me to places of interest-sight seeing and in the evening I will do the cooking with J who is very good with his kuih putri salad.Everyday they will request for certain meals and it was fun doing our shopping in the small chinatown and certain nights we will eat out in the city.
The folowing year when they decide to stay again in NZ .... I went to visit them again in 1999 with B another of thier friend .... hehe as you can see we are from the single group....hahaha....this time we stayed in northcote.Once again we tour round the places we didn't cover during the first visit...during this length of stay they both became volunteers for the food on wheel sending food to homes for the poor and I enjoyed following them and see what's life like being a desitute.We brought cheers to the old folks.They finally came back after getting their PR and thats the last of my going to New Zealand.
The shoulders thats been my pillar of strength .... J in dark tees and C in white polo this was taken at Sentosa Restaurant in Auckland on my 49th birthday in 1999... sorry my scanner doesn't work with my new lappie so I snap the picture with my camera otherwise there are more pictures of us in Auckland.
This photo taken at Brownes Bay feeding the gulls with J next to me and B in blue standing and the oldman in white windcheater is the guy who goes round feeding the birds nampak dia carry a bagful of bread.
Last year when bapak was seriously ill to him again I turn to for comfort .... his smses cheers me up and after bapak left us I keep away from the world .... they both C & J are the shoulders for me to lean on when I am down.... they know I am lonely being alone. C & J are chinese for your info and we get along fine.I hope our friendship will last forever as you can never find friends like them - good friends are hard to come by - C is busy running around working and treating at the oldfolks home and in the afternoon he does visiting to the terminally ill and by night looking for cats and feeding them.His dedication will be reawrded by HIM I am sure for all the good deeds and passion and compassion.
We have each other for comfort and I remembered when J was diagnosed with CA C called me at work one morning and burst out crying no words and its my turn to comfort him then .... so excuse me can you loan me your shoulder?
Infact we have each other shoulders to lean on when J was diagnosed with cancer of the throat C phone me at work and was crying like a child and after half an hour I managed to make him see the bright side and alhamdulillah after DXT J has no relapse and it has been 7 yrs now.
Oh boy I think I wrote enough for this entry ....
