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Mom waits to collect medicine at the prescription counter at the pharmacy in Changi General Hospital. The visit to a cardiologist is to determine if Mom’s heart is strong enough to undergo operation for the removal of her tumor. A 14-cm tumor was discovered when she complained of bloatness some 2-weeks ago. At this stage, doctors are still unable to determine if the tumour is beneign or cancerous. Tests, labs and analysis are weekly affairs before operation gets underway early January 2010.
Waiting slips, reports and referral letters are pictured on the desk of the cardiologist at Changi General Hospital. The checkup is to determine if Mom’s heart is strong enough to undergo operation for the removal of her tumor. A 14-cm tumor was discovered when she complained of bloatness some 2-weeks ago. At this stage, doctors are still unable to determine if the tumour is beneign or cancerous. Tests, labs and analysis are weekly affairs before operation gets underway early January 2010.
Mom stares into space at the waiting lounge in Changi General Hospital before her appointment with the cardiologist at Changi General Hospital. The checkup is to determine if her heart is strong enough to undergo operation for the removal of her tumor. A 14-cm tumor was discovered when she complained of bloatness some 2-weeks ago. At this stage, doctors are still unable to determine if the tumour is beneign or cancerous. Tests, labs and analysis are weekly affairs before operation gets underway early January 2010.
The warped thing about a crisis it that it forces one to be utterly focused on the matter at hand. Learn to deal, manage and possibly articulate the hows, whats and whys. Takes away the aimlessness from your comfort zone and gives one purpose. “Try to fix this” – is what’s going through my head most of the time. I think in a really warped way, keeping occupied is healthy in that it keeps me focused.
Followed my old man and old lady to another one of her tests at Changi General Hospital. The one of the many visits that has already started to become routine. Trudging through the motions, in my mind, all I’m concerned about is the matter at hand. Getting through today so you can deal with tomorrow.. come tomorrow. So I shoot, I document. I do all these for nobody else, not the family, not the friends. There’s this thing with photographers or PJs (which I claim that I’m neither) is that, they try to come up with all sorts of excuses to justify shooting the things they do. However intrusive, however personal. Not so much for me. In a warped way, I do realize I do this because it’s the one thing I can do that feels right. In a selfish way, I do this for me. This is my way of articulating. And for remembering the one of life’s many journeys. We’ll see where this leads. Should be interesting if nothing else. So tired I feel I could sleep for a million years and then some.
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