Paul-san ...

The surgery was over and done with, from 1450hrs till 1645hrs and the feeling sucks, big time.

Frankly, I wanted to cry all the way home, as I looked around the folks in the recovery area, I saw them with family members. And I have to face this... all alone. It was then I remembered Julie and the pain she went through, alone! And now I can truly understand that.

I turned down the offer to be wheeled. I turn down the nice requests from the nurses, I told them I want to go through this alone .... That was right after I made that phone call that truly gave me the strength to take my first step out of the surgery ward ...

"I have problem walking. Just done. U think you can drop by?"

"I don't get off work till 5.30pm, ..... public transport.... peak hour....."

"Its ok then, thanks!"

Enough said, I'm never going to beg for anything from anyone now...

I suppose God has a purpose to everything, He never want to make me suffer right in the beginning. If was then when this sms came from him, "I am leaving city now and I am coming to get you". I made it to the pharmacy to collect my medication and I made it to the taxi queue and before I knew it, he whisked me off into the taxi, leaving a queue of people behind me ... staring at this big guy, almost carrying me ...

I turned to stare at him, tears in my eyes and I murmured, "Thank you stranger, Thank you Paul ..."