Moments

Steven slumped onto the sofa seat. Nobody was at home. A faint music from a sound-track could be heard from the neighbour’s home. He started to reflect on what Dr Koh had said. He shook his head as he still could not believe it. He tried to convince himself that: “His illness could not be that serious.” “There could be a mistake in the test results, or there could be a mix-up in the test samples.” “Maybe, just maybe, the results were not his and belong to somebody else.” Steven was in a state of denial. He found it hard to accept the news. After all, he had consulted Dr Koh for a very bad sore throat which is a common health issue faced by the population. He least suspected anything “big and serious.” In the worst case scenario, he had expected a tonsillitis infection with the possibility of a surgery. The last thing that he expected was a life-threatening disease, and definitely, not this dreadful and fearful disease, the big “C.” “Oh gosh, what a mess I have got myself into.” His thoughts were disrupted by the lyrics:- “Life is like a running race...” Suddenly, it dawned on him that he had many races to run. A race against time, as time is the essence A race for knowledge on the illness A race to prepare for the treatments A race to reschedule his priorities A race to sort out his personal issues A crazy race A race he has to participate suddenly A race that he must persevere and complete A race where the stakes were high A race that has either a winner or a loser A race that he hope he can win A race that has many obstacles and unexpected situations A race litter with pain and frustrations A race of uncertainties A race that will be his biggest challenge A race from darkness to brightness A race that he must WIN! Indeed, a very hectic and tiring race