I must be grateful to my parents for their seemingly unconditional love towards me, despite, the increasing severity of my condition, as i am getting on my ages, and so are they.
As i get on with my age, it became harder for them to take care of me,as i got weaker by the years. They put in their best efforts and responsibilities, to give me a complete family in whatever way they could, never did it crossed their mind to leave me at the welfare home. Even with the extra burden they had to carry, it was an heartache to see their only son being tormented by such an" invisible nemesis".
My mum were told that i may not live beyond 25, and may be bed-ridden by 21. As the years goes by, each brings an uncertainties to my life. The fight carries on, even now it still have''t ended. How long is this going to last? No one knows for sure.
It was not a lonely battle against this nemesis. Over the years, they brought me to chinese physicians for treatment. From chinese medicine, reflexogy; to acupuncture. Tried every means to find a cure for me, not willing to gave up even the slightest hope for a miracle to happen.
Soon being informed of my successful enrollment in a nearby primary school,excited as most parents would. Sending their children to school for was the best they could do to let their children have a bright future.
Naturally they were more anxious about it, they got all the necessary books, stationery,bags, school uniform and shoes,even ahead beforehand. They made sure i knew my alphabets and count from 1 to 100.
As it was sometime before school starts,thoughts comes across their mind. They began worrying,until the very day i went to school about how am i going to cope in school by myself.
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