Hello Son, (continue from Call 107) (Thursday, December 30)
So there we were ...
Driving ...
Driving ...
Driving ...
Along the North-South Express Highway ...
The radio was on, although the reception was not something to shout about. Then came one song, which sounded familiar, because Mom has heard You sing the song before, and she remembers the first three lines :
When I was ...
A young boy ...
My father ...
bla bla bla
Aunty Diana said, "Eh this song ... "
"Yeah, one of his songs ..." Mom sighed.
Aunty Di said further, "He told me You don't allow him to sing this song because of the demon ..."
Pause ...
Demon???
Ahhh ...
Ohhh ...
THIS - SSS song ...
Now Mom remembers clearly ...
Yes, the demon part ...
The song is actually quite nice, the beginning part is nice, the tune is nice, just the demon part is so so so -
Not very nice.
That's all.
Here's the beginning part (lyrics from the internet):
BLACK PARADE
By My Chemical Romance
When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band
He said, Son when you grow up,
would you be the savior of the broken,
the beaten and the damned?
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band
He said, Son when you grow up,
would you be the savior of the broken,
the beaten and the damned?
O My Lord ...
Goosebumps ...
So chilling ...
Now why did You have to sing a song like that???
Thank You Jesus for conquering death ... because Jesus suffered and died a senseless death for us, we know You are alive and kickin' in Heaven, as evidenced by all the lil signs and songs that ZAP us constantly on a daily basis.
:D :D :D
Don't You ever let that stop, Son ...
God's Guarantee. You're safe with Him. <3
Your mother's assurance. Her only comfort.
And Mother Mary ...
Our Lady must love You so very much. <3
Yeah, Mom can tell. <3
By the way, please don't sing this scary song to Mama Mary ...
The song on the radio ended.
The time on the dashboard was 11:39 am.
We were still driving on and on and on ...
Then, at one point during our journey, Mom spotted a really huge billboard at the left side of the highway.
You can't miss it.
It's HUGE ...
The billboard says :
SUNWAY MEDICAL CENTER
Mom's eyes automatically turned to the dashboard.
The time was 11:44 am.
Zzzza--PPP!!!
11:44 ???
Not one minute earlier or later.
It had to be 11:44 am - her angel sign. (Call 43)
Of all the medical centers that had to make its presence felt, it had to be YOUR hospital.
Feeling a rush of adrenalin in her throbbing veins...
Mom pointed the board out excitedly to everyone in the car. This is the first time your mother noticed this ad along the road. It is either newly put up, or she must have missed it on previous journeys up north.
Take picture, take picture ...
Slow down, don't drive so fast ...
Quick ... where's the camera ...
Argh ... too late ...
Eh, look at the time - 11:44 am ...
OMG ...
Sigh ...
And more sighs ...
SUNWAY MEDICAL CENTER
That hospital was like a second home ...
... since You were diagnosed with a brain tumor at seven.
All your 5 major craniatomy open-brain surgeries, 2 minor ones (to insert shunts in the head to drain fluid) and the one Cyberknife Robotic Radiosurgery with that frightening metal rigid head frame that was brutally-snapped on to your skull with 4 (yes, 4) painful screw-nails which caused You to agonize horrendously for one whole day, were all done at Sunway Medical Center.
Except that last robotic procedure - that was arranged to be done at SJMC, as Sunway at the time did not have the million-dollar hi-tech cyberknife facility which treats tumors with pin-point accuracy. That frame was your cross, Son, which you carried in unimaginable pain and the highest degree of discomfort ... Thinking about it always brings instant tears, Son ...
Goosebumps ...
How much pain and suffering You had to deal with in your 15 years on earth ... especially the last 8 years.
Blink Blink Blink ... :(
How You managed to go through all those - painful challenges - and come out smiling and cheerful each time, we will never understand.
God was, and is, certainly with You at every stage at your life.
Despite the recurrences, again and again, the disappointment You must have felt especially when You older and could understand better what was happening during each MRI check-ups, and always finding some kind of blarrr-dy DOT on the scan film each time ...
How a blarrr-dy ...
Seemingly harmless, microscopic DOT could throw our lives into such a violent disarray is unbelievable. A novel that could be written but it would never end ... because the effects and consequences are still continuing ...
Stupid, stupid, stupid DOT ...
Oh well ...
Thank God, You're don't have to deal with any pain anymore, Son ...
By the way, don't say the blarrr-dy word in Heaven, kay ...
It's not so nice ...
Despite all that, You never fail to touch us and continue to lead us to stand in awe to witness God's love and miracle in You ...
Each and every time ...
Up to now ...
Especially now ...
Jesus was present at all your surgeries.
Where are we now? Mom asked Dad.
Dad said, somewhere along Kuala Kubu Baru.
Honestly ...
What are the chances of seeing a Sunway Medical Center Billboard, YOUR hospital, at the precise time of 11:44 am, and just 5 minutes after we were talking about You and the Black Parade song.
Any chance???
Got ... got chance ...
But very slim ...
We arrived in Ipoh at 1pm ...
At the hotel reception, the front-desk girl handed our room key and said,
Room 28, 6th floor
6th floor ???
Mom thought of the number plate this morning.
BEL 6 ...
Aunty Di said, "I think the 28 is supposed to be my birthdate la (27th) ... he got the wrong date." :D
Grin. :D
(continue on Call 109)
