Yes, that's vEin

Rainy Evening

I shouldn't have made the conclusion that it was a sunny day. Indeed, it's sunny during the day but then, there was a short downpour a while ago. There was a sudden urge to blog when the rain hit the ground, so loud, so hard that one might thought it would last for sometime. Nevertheless, the night is so calm. Tranquility is one thing I would celebrate. Inner and outer. I just found peace even in as short as 5 mins ago.

The veins in the foot are showing up slowly. A good sign for recovery based on my limited experience. Perhaps there is a better explanation that the swelling has reduced, thus the veins are more visible. Less swelling, less inflammation, resorption of the haematoma, a sign to recovery. This remind me so much of Mr.L. I don't remember if I ever blogged about him. Anyway, the remote memory told me that he was a pitiful person. Living with disability, his mother had passed on many years ago. He was 45 then, both limbs amputated due to his illness.

He would always cried in front of me whenever he spoke on his family. Siblings not bothered bout him, and he was practically living by himself. He was admitted to the hospital for 5 days, yet no one came to see him, which was a disappointment for him. He was so distraught. Then, he slipped into renal shock. He was oedematous, the whole body. He was delirious, never saw any veins in his body, practically, he was dying. Then calls were made to his brother who was initially reluctant to stop by coz he was busy with work.....(what the f@&$). Then, after telling that his brother might not make it, he made a small effort to come probably he was thinking for the last time.

Miracles did happen. I saw his progress daily. I was pessimistic by then. But slowly, I saw his veins were showing up. He was getting less oedematous and more pink. He made an opposite recovery just in 2 days!!! Freaking 2 days!! Of course with the help of treament also la. That is why I lurv to look at veins! Ahahaha.... The lesson perhaps teach us not to give up until the very last moment. We never know what's going to happen, but we can always pray.

Before leaving, I dropped by to see Mr.L for the last time with a bag of fruits. He who showed me that miracles do happen, was full of smile when I told him that his brother came to visit him. But his tears were the most precious to me when I told him that I was going to leave for good. As they reminded me that I am at least not a bad person, but a person who worthed him to lay a tear on.


Sometimes I just wonder, life is not all about outcome, it's the process and journey towards the outcome that makes life as meaningful as it may be.....