07 April 2021
Exactly a week ago, on a Wednesday evening, I last cooked dinner. I was reminded of that when I washed, soaked and cooked my basmathi rice this evening. My job for this evening was just to prepare the rice. Derrick would get the roast meat after work.
Last Wednesday, there was a bigger portion of rice on my plate but I could hardly taste the food that I put into my mouth. There was the cloud of the following morning's surgery hanging over my head. And today, although the portion of rice on my plate was smaller (because I have yet to regain my voracious appetite and resolutely plan to eat less carbohydrates), I could savour the food that I ate. With my butterfly gone, it feels like a timebomb has also been defused. I still cannot be certain that the coast is clear as my histopathological examination (HPE) report is not back. But I shall take things one step at a time, with my Lord walking with me all the way. He walks beside me on the good days and carries me on the bad.
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