The Home That The Heart Desires
Yesterday, at 4.46pm, my heart literally stopped for 2 seconds when I saw my father’s number on my handphone screen.
My family doesn’t always call me at this kind of “odd” hours, mom will usually call me at night and dad will usually call me in the morning. My sisters will usually call me in the evening. I have had calls from them at unusual hours and it often turned out to be bad news.
All sorts of bad stuff crossed my mind, it must have been urgent or bad for dad to call me at 4.46pm, unusual! I braced myself to answer the call, and I heard mom’s voice. Geez! I got even more worried. Why couldn’t dad call me from his phone and mom had to do that for him?!
“Hello… It’s your father……” My goodness…… What happened to him?!
“Nothing lah…… Just that he can’t walk or sit since few days ago……” Oh dear, by this time I already felt like crying. Although mom tried to make it sound like it ain’t serious, but she was torturing me with her story-telling.
I’m gonna save you from my mom’s story-telling, so you’re not going to read all the dramas here. :)
My father suffered a severe lower back pain few days ago that he couldn’t sit and walk. Went to acupuncture and a few other doctors and things didn’t get better. So my sister sent him to a specialist and the doctor did an MRI scan, found that his inter-vertebral disc in his lower back has hardened due to old age and bone spurs that suppressed on his nerves. Doctor later found out from my dad that the severe back pain was mainly caused by his incorrect sitting posture while he was on his massage chair!
Dad bought this massage chair before Chinese new year and he has been having a hell of a good time on that chair ever since. Almost everyday he would sit on that chair reading newspaper, with one leg rested on another. Doctor said that his posture caused the lower back to sustain more pressure and slowly caused his degenerated inter-vertebral disc and bone spurs to act up. -__- The doctor suggested him to go through some physiotherapy to ease the condition.
So, massage chair isn’t really all that good huh.
Feel so sad that my parents are ageing faster than I thought.
Feel helpless that I can’t do anything.
Feel frustrated that I can’t be by their side when things like this happen.
The only thing I can do is, to go back more often to see them.
In fact, every time I go back, I’m finding it harder to leave them. The moment I return to KL, I start missing them.
I’ll get so miserable if I don’t see them for more than a month.
The older I get, the more my heart desires to go home.
I guess this is what they always say, home is always where your heart is.
I’m going home next week. Just the thought of it is enough to make me feel delighted. :)