Never Let Go
What will you do when you wake up one day and is informed that you got a disease which maybe untreatable? It happened to me one time when I visited my endocrinologist and was informed that I have to undergo a series of tests to determine the extent of toxin contamination in my blood. I underwent scintigraphy too to measure my thyroid lobes. I spent a day of terrible and horrible moment thinking what would be the result of those tests. And I spent almost a week of sleepless nights being embittered and despair that I tried to hide from my friends and relatives. I hate that helpless feeling when you can’t do anything to ease the pain. And when I came back to the hospital I was so scared of knowing the laboratory tests and it came to a point where I am in denial. When the technician handed to me the envelope containing the results it took me a while to open this because I am afraid of what might be the abstract results. But when I went to my endocrinologist I was informed that the results showed that I should not worry because there are no focal defects in my two thyroid lobes. I nearly broke down when my endocrinologist handed the analysis to me and I almost jump from my seat for I was relieved of my agony for the whole week.
As I went out of the hospital I saw a tiny tree just outside the lobby. It stood there with scrubby branches, so small and fragile. Looking at that tree, I could tell it had put up with a heavy conquer of mistletoes. As I came nearer, the tree looked full of sap more than ever. And suddenly I found out the reason. Since it was too weak to cope with the mistletoes, the sapling laid its life on such an adventure. Living in my small world and often magnify every tiny trouble I meet, seeing the tree trying to survive the harsh environment pollution made me feel so ashamed of myself. And I wish, more than ever, if that tree survived, so would I. Where there’s a will, there’s always a way…. As long as we don’t let go….
As I went out of the hospital I saw a tiny tree just outside the lobby. It stood there with scrubby branches, so small and fragile. Looking at that tree, I could tell it had put up with a heavy conquer of mistletoes. As I came nearer, the tree looked full of sap more than ever. And suddenly I found out the reason. Since it was too weak to cope with the mistletoes, the sapling laid its life on such an adventure. Living in my small world and often magnify every tiny trouble I meet, seeing the tree trying to survive the harsh environment pollution made me feel so ashamed of myself. And I wish, more than ever, if that tree survived, so would I. Where there’s a will, there’s always a way…. As long as we don’t let go….