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April 3, 2009
DEAR DIARY ;

Accompanied my Aunt for her doctor's appointment today at CGH.

It's one of the few times I heard my Aunt voice out her worries and fears of being at the doctors. I'd never knew that visiting the doctor can be so scary especially when you are older. And it was one of those times, I really stop and take a close look at her to realize how much older she have grown.

For today, she had to undergo a treadmill test to see if her heart is functioning fine and I guess that was one of her burden because she had complain of pain at the heart area earlier this year. And then we had to wait for a what-seem-forever, 90 minutes before the doctor come over to read the result.

Although the wait was a little unbearable considering the fact that we are both impatient, it was a fine time spent chatting and listening...and it was the first time ever that I poured out some "burdens" that I had inside of me to her.

I miss those time I get to cling on to her like a teddy bear when I sleep and when I always ask her " 大姨, I'm your favorite right? " Sometimes, I still need that bit of assurance. And obviously I miss squeezing near dear Priscilla and telling her everything that is being bottled up. It's been long since I've done that.

I miss being that small girl.
And I'm scared of the doctors. I hate it when they bring bad news.

But thank God, all is fine. My Aunt doesn't have to go back for checkup at the hospital anymore. Praying that my Uncle diabetes will be well under control as well. It must feel very bad to be sick. :( Yet all I can do for them is providing them with company as they visit the doctor.

I am limited. :(










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