The trip home from the hospital felt less heavy hearted today.  I was glad to see significantly less bile liquid get sucked out from mum’s digestive tract.  She definitely looks better today, and seem to be in higher spirits.

If there’s anything my mum’s situation taught me, it is to be glad that we are able to do the things we forget we can do, such as breathing, eating, laughing and drinking.  I am, of course, blessed with so much more.  Much more than she can ever imagine she can have when she was my age.  My life so far has been rather privileged amongst a lot of my friends, co-workers and relatives.  But I don’t mean life is so perfect that I’m fully content with how things are going.  I just realized that there’s no reason, and I also have no right at all, to mope when I have so much and I’m at the same time not trying very hard to get my future in order.