Mama.

this was... monday. during dialysis.
i'm quite amazed by the amount of blood she has. imagine she's been going through this three times a week for like, i dunno. 15-18 years? ewverytime have to get needled by that STRAW-like needle. *quivers*

this was yesterday.
her hand is not bloated anymore, see? :D

mama watching me while i write.

wonder what God has planned for her, giving her more time here with us. i bet mama wonders the same thing. kudos to her for being such a fighter. oh, i suddenly remember..

mama: kak malam kalau tak boleh tidoh, gua cakap sama Jesus. Jesus, Jesus, tolong, kasih gua tidoh. (when at night i cannot sleep, i tell Jesus. Jesus Jesus, please let me sleep.)

ag: ah, bagus. (ah, good.)

mama: Jesus marah kan gua. (Jesus angry with me.)

ag: tak ada lah! kenapa marah? (no lah! why He angry?)

mama: dia cakap, " apa la lu, malam malam datang kacao gua." ( He say, " what lah you, night time come and disturb me.")

ag: LOL.

mama: ahhahah.

this has to be her... 6th, 7th time being so frighteningly sick and then getting better in hospital? mama jjang.