Notes from the past

I've been busy packing. A little here, a little there. A box or two each day.

As is always the case with packing to move house, I find 'treasures' that have been long-forgotten.

Two days ago, I came across a notebook I kept while I was doing my Paediatric attachment with Hospital Kuala Lumpur, back in 2004.

I have seen plenty of patients in the past seven years since I graduated. But this case of Wong Loon Ming is still vivid in my memory.

I wonder how and where he is now.

This next case of Adam is not as vivid. Nevertheless, I recall how I tried to put myself in his mother's shoes.

I remember Chong Pui Ying. We had to be cruel to be kind.

Life is not fair.

Be thankful for what you have.