In one of my old blog posts, I mentioned about depressing conversations about my cancer and treatment when passing by the National University Hospital (NUH). I can say that my family and I haven't touched on the subject for a long time, in part due to the fact that I'd gone overseas for the last 4 years. Still, I'd like to talk about it rather than push it aside like I've always done in the past.

I still find the topic depressing and sometimes it does make me feel bad, but I shouldn't feel bad about it. Just like in the previous post, my having cancer wasn't the result of intention. However, it still makes me question, "What did God put me here on earth for?"

I don't have the answer but I must continue searching. With all the recent things about my amnesiac/epileptic condition and all, I feel somewhat guilty for making people worry about me, again. I tend to think that's all I've done, bring worry and grief to those around me, but surely I've affected some positive thing before. We all tend to remember the bad points of everything, and that's exactly what I've been doing. I shouldn't feel bad about those NUH days, but just concentrate on doing my best to serve God and those around me. (That sounds quite preachy, but it's true!)

So the next time we pass by that building or when the conversation springs up, it shall be a reminder of what I have to do.