was busying with mum and dad in and out of the hospital.
Dad was diagnose with.... the-doctor-don't-know-what-to-name-it sickness..
When dad started his retirement on July last year, dad's memory has became bad to worst.
it all begins when he forgets directions,
then he forgets faces,
then he forgets events,
then he forgets how to go home,
and then... he starts to forgets everything within 2mins.
it's like his memory refreshes every 2mins, and he wouldn't remember what has happen just 2 mins ago.
within a year,
Dad has changed to be a stranger to me.
today,
my military dad who has always been treating home like his camp of soldier has turn to someone who can't take loud speech.
he don't speak much anymore, he became quiet
he don't watch TV anymore, he'll stare at a corner long enough until he falls asleep
he don't ask me hows my day anymore, he'll just smile and ask "Michelle?you're back?"
he don't scold me anymore,
he don't eat much anymore,
he don't wanna go out of the house anymore
these days, dad sleeps a lot, and he often gets tired very fast...
last year and beginning of this year, we have been sending dad to the hospital so often,
i almost became the mayor of University Hospital in foursquare
mum and i was tired, but we wanted to find out more about dad's condition.
but after several brain CT scan
and a 2nd opinion from another privet hospital,
after spending close to RM6000 for dad's medical condition,
the doctors still can not tell what's dad's condition.
no medication as they don't know what's wrong with dad.
no treatment cause they don't know how to treat dad
and finally, they came to a verdict to give dad Steroid to treat dad's head condition.
in condition that there will be side effects after partaking steroid...
one of it, the slow immune system
after several discussion,
mum decided not to allow dad to go through that treatment, and believe that God will be there for us,
and He will heal dad..
i was abit skeptical in the beginning. of cause, comparing my faith to mum's...
i would have sent dad to get that steroid treatment.
But,
mum made it very clear that she is not gonna put dad in the position where he has to go through so much pain let alone low immune system.
i stood by mum and her decision and learn to believe that God will someday heal dad...
today,
we're still believing for healing to take place upon dad someday.
i don't wanna have doubts towards God's healing power,
all i wanna do is just to believe..
i know God will not hold this forever.
He will heal dad someday 
these days,
everynight when i reach home,
Dad will be on bed sleeping already.
i hardly speak much to dad anymore..
cause i know he wouldn't understand 80% of what i say.
but i do take time to spend with him during weekends. Just to talk about simple topic like..
"What have you been doing?!how come so handsome already?!"
and dad would laugh and it'll make him smile and laugh sometimes.
"daddy..why you no smile wan??why you so like that?"
and dad would laugh at my broken English and correct me..
"daddy!! don't fart so loud in the house!! you're breaking the floor tiles!" (actually i was the one farted
)
and dad would innocently deny that he farted and try to hit me cause he knows i was making fun of him..
so this is how i actually communicate with dad...
not about my work,
not about my relationship,
not about my car,
not about my finances,
not even about buying property.
it was as simple as..
"daddy, why you s hemsem nao!?"
anything that he understands and makes him laugh...
how's i coping?
how's mum coping?
will tell you more.
gotta get some work done now..