Sat outside KTPH ED and finished reading “When Breath Becomes Air” for like 4 hours straight.
You can’t ever reach perfection, but you can believe in an asymptote toward which you are ceaselessly striving.
When Breath Becomes Air, Paul Kalanithi
We can choose our response to events that happened or is happening, what happened to Paul was tragic but he refused to be a tragedy.
We make plans 10, 20, 30 or even 50 years down the road, forgetting that nobody knows what will happen the next moment. But do we then not plan? Or do we plan in such a way that when we depart one fateful day, things are going to be easier for those who are “left behind”?
Back at the same hospital where we bade farewell to grandma less than a year ago. Wondering if I had really processed the 5 stages of grief for the past 1 year plus for the two passings? These days I felt like I’ve gained acceptance and I choose to believe things happened in the best possible way it could have been.
As we move forward in life, there will be lots more transitions to make, I take it as progress if I’m able to handle each new transitions with tranquillity and grace. 💪🏻💪🏻
Looking forward to transiting to a new team and moving back to mum’s place in the near future!
On a side note, was abit annoyed that the paramedic took 3 highs in elderly as an age thing rather than a health thing. KK pointed out that it is sad that they seen so many cases that they "normalised" it.
mummy herbivore 