M4

So the past 1-2 months have been spent enjoying the absence of school in my life and just getting my brain wasted away while meeting up with friends in between.

The sad reality that school's starting again tomorrow dawned upon me once again. As I try to anticipate what's coming up, google and wiki do give me a rough idea - but it only served as a reminder that my brain has to start working again to understand the intricacies of the human body - which incidentally reminded me of how I was awed before at how God could make the human body function so amazingly that, while so much is known about it, so much more isn't.

Sigh. School. Random rambling...

Let me never lose sight of why You have placed me where I am

Happiness

True happiness can only be found when others around you are happy. The best way to make yourself happy is to make someone else happy.

A simple way to put happiness - this has been preached before, probably multiple times in different places by various people. It holds much truth but few are able to practise it fully...

Are we able to be a mirror that depicts fully the reflection of God in our lives?

1 day

Exhausted but yet motivated for I am blessed beyond measure

9 days

I don't really believe in myself... but I believe in You

Just another random thought

It's been a while since my last post - perhaps because of struggles here and there, both emotionally and spiritually. The past 2 months of my life were terrible - devoid of God; that feeling where I know I need to seek Him but at the same time, feeling... just so distant. Thank You God that I have now reconciled myself with You...

Perhaps I'm one who thinks about things, thinks too much at times or maybe most of the time. A particular happening may be small, but I can think it through until it starts becoming huge to me, regardless of how small it really is. Not just once, but on many occasions. I'm thinking, is it human nature to analyse things so thoroughly? We are stuck at where we are, we project an infinite number of possibilities and fear the consequences of each if we carry out a particular action. We think about what happens tomorrow and fear the endless possibilities of disasters. What if things don't go as we wish? What if we don't do what we ought to, and something terrible happens? - The word 'if' can be said to appear an insensible number of times in our thoughts

Then after thinking things through and rationalizing with ourselves, our heart comes in and says, hey everything is just wrong. Logic may say this, but somehow, I just feel it should be the other way... As if the brain doesn't have enough conflict with itself, the heart comes in and makes things more complicated than they are.

Logic may lead us in a very sensible direction but we at times, we end up following our heart because it just seems to be 'the right thing' to do. Or we can think things through and come to a conclusion that things aren't working out right - then it just takes a simple message from another that speaks to the heart and our judgement is altered: things seem to be going perfect.

Sometimes it's really amusing how our heart can dominate over logic. It can be a nudge from God, a simple gut feeling or even a message from a person that completely changes our day.

Maybe, just maybe... Maybe God gave us a heart for the purpose of ruling over the brain at special times.

It's funny too, that I wanted to write about how my days in the past month have been bogged down with various thoughts and how different events or encounters made it worst - and now I'm here writing about how the heart can change everything... simply because my heart told me to

Palliative Care

Just finished a whole week in the palliative side of medical practice. The posting lasted 4 days, some theory, some practical and exposure to different fields of it. Though it was short, there's just a whole load of things to reflect upon.

The typical ward round and documentation of patients' condition has this format (or close to) SOAP. (S)ubjective - Ask the patient how he feels today. (O)bjective - check his vitals. (A)ssessment - what are the current issues? (P)lan - Can he go home? All seems well and good. You cover the medical side of things, and hey, you talked to the patient and asked about his opinion. On the surface it seems to be a good framework, but going deeper down, all these is so... superficial.

Contrast this to pallative medicine - the team moves around in 2s or 3s. Every patient gets seen for more than just his medical condition. His well-being is asked about, his ideas, concerns, expectations. How he's coping with his illness, his prognosis. Psychosocial issues are probed into. Financial status, home-care, family support, future plans. Spending an hour just to find out about all these is not uncommon - it can even be considered little.

Entering medical school requires you to write an essay on why you want to enter, why they should choose you. The model essay go something like - I want to save the world. I want to treat every patient like they're my parents. I want to spend as much time as needed with them. I want to give them the best care that I can. I want to explore and address every issue they can possibly have. I want to give my all for every patient in the ward.

Idealistic? Yes. But in retrospect, palliative medicine is definitely closer to this idealistic world that has been preached during lectures, during the theoratical part of medical school. It just seems like all these ideal practices have become a specialty named Palliative Medicine rather than one that is incorporated in all fields.

Definition of palliative medicine - The care of patients with advanced/terminal life-threatening illnesses.

Is it right to only focus on the non-medical issues that patients may have only after their illness has progressed to that terminal stage? Are they not entitled to the same amount of care even before their cancer becomes incurable or before their lung diseases have progressed to the untreatable stage?

As usual there comes the debate between idealism and reality. The ideal world is always... well, ideal. But the cost of it in this context is time. Reality doesn't allow for that much time when there's a few more cubicles of patients waiting to be reviewed and another hundred more in the clinics. That's the harsh reality that is present. The question is, if palliative physicians can do it, why can't the others?

Hymn and carols

Merry Christmas

The spirit of Christmas fills the world - restaurants, shopping centres. almost all public areas have a hymn or a carol playing in the background to create the ambience for the festival. Choirs and small groups perform in hospitals, community centres and homes for the enjoyment of the less privileged. The music that fills the air is indeed one that brings people to a joyous mood.

It is easy to sing along to the tune and go with the flow of the Christmas mood. What few think about really, is the actual lyrics of the songs. All hymns and carols did not originate purely from a composer's mind. Every sentence, every word is filled with praise to Jesus; the beauty and glory of God which inspires the songs of praise.

Let's take one of these carols as an example

O Sing, choirs of angels,
Sing in exaltation,
Sing all that hear in heaven God's holy word.
Give to our Father glory in the Highest;
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.

A verse that simply runs through the minds and the lips of carolers as they sing without much thought to anything but the enunciation and the melody. But if one examines the meaning behind these words, how powerful and how meaningful it really is!

O sing, choirs of angels, sing in exaltation! The carols aren't meant purely for our own enjoyment, it is meant to exalt God in heaven above! Exalt his Name, exalt His Word, that all may hear His holy Word. Give Him glory while singing, exalt the King in these songs! Come, let us adore Him, adore Christ the LORD for He is the reason for Christmas. He is the one whom we are praising and worshiping whilst singing these carols.

This Christmas, let us sing these hymns and sing these carols, not because they sound nice, or because others are singing it too. Sing it because this season is Christmas, and commemorates the birth of Christ, our King, our Saviour, our Redeemer...

Merry Christmas everybody

Love

Love - a very simple word with a very complex meaning behind it. Who can fully comprehend the power of love and its impact on people?

There was this 3 month old baby suffering from chronic lung disease, swallowing difficulties and respiratory distress. Everyday, she would be fed through the NG tube; she needed oxygen to support to survive. Everyday, she only sleeps, and occasionally wakes up for minutes before sleeping again, without noting anything around her. Still, her mother would always be there, daily. She would be there by the cot-side just looking at her daughter, ready to attend to her whenever she makes the smallest cry. One day, when the baby was ready to go home, her mum could only grin from ear to ear with a tear of joy in her eye.

This 10 year old girl was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes mellitus. As students, we just went through the motion of asking about her dad about her condition, her signs and symptoms with all the other typical questions. Halfway through the conversation, daddy's eyes notably turned red, his speech started to tremble a little, as he forced out the words: she'll need to take her medicine for the rest of her life...

A 9 year old girl had a rare metabolic disorder. She was not born normal and she would never be normal. While she sat in the bed playing with picture cards, her dad simply sat at the side, looking at her lovingly, smiling whenever his daughter handed him two cards to piece together, picking up the dropped cards without the slightest complain even though this happens non-stop for hours. Her life depended on enzyme replacement therapy every 2 weeks each costing a hefty SGD1500 after subsidy. He told us, "Well, our family simply lives from day to day. Actually, last time the doctor said she would only live up to 5 years old." You could feel within him, that he had mixed feelings of joy and hurt.

This young kid was admitted to the hospital and stayed in the wards for almost a month before he went home. During his stay, he was hyperactive - running around the whole ward, being the big brother to the other kids, finding friends, playing happily. Nobody would guess that he was a victim of child abuse. The day he was discharged, he called out to me (at the bus stop) - my first reflex was to ask, "Wa, going home already ah?" The reply came back rather drearily, "ya..." His eyes were downcast, he evidently preferred to stay in the hospital than at home where he could find ... if i dare say... more love than in the past...

Stories like these aren't uncommon. There are parents who love their children so dearly and rejoice in their recovery. Others are forced to accept the harsh reality that face their children. Still, others do not treasure what they have, and bring sorrow to self and others around them.

Wouldn't it be great if every family is bonded purely by love, love that is modeled upon perfection - patient, kind, does not envy, does not boast, is not proud; does not dishonour others, not self-seeking, not easily angered, keeps no record of wrongs; doesn't delight in evil but rejoices with the truth; love that always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres; love that never fails...

Love is so powerful in so many ways. The presence or absence of it can make or break a person. It can build relationships or destroy them. It can make a family everything... or nothing...

"And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love" - 1 Corinthians 13:13

Show me how to love like You have loved me

Returning to the throne of grace

"Our church has people with many problems, but we are God's people"

I keep wondering to myself: how many times must we fall from the same mistake before we learn from it? It's always upon looking back after falling where we realise where our mistake lies. We try to learn from it, but for some reason, the lesson doesn't last.

There is just this one thing I need to learn: The pursuit of anything but God almost always translates to misery and dismay. Things don't always turn out how we want them to. At one point, when we expect something and the opposite happens, things just fold in onto us; we're affected greatly, we wonder what or why things went wrong?

This morning, I was half thinking about not going to church~ but I'm so so glad that I went in the end. I realised that in times of failure and brokenness, instead of running and hiding from God, I should seek Him and renew myself in His presence. It was particularly great to see Dr Tan Lai Yong as the speaker today in church - he's always been one figure who's been particularly inspiring to me even though I've heard little about and from him.

God worked within me in wonderful ways at church today. The worship songs appeared to be tailored to my needs. The message was directed to the problem I was experiencing. Although church took the same amount of time today as the past weeks, it felt to me that it was over ... just so fast today.

I just pray that, this encounter I've gone through will once again act as a reminder that God is central; no benefit will come if I prioritize anyone above Him - Him who is greater than all else, Him who I will ultimately bow before at the throne of grace

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Now You are exalted to the highest place

King of the heavens, where one day I'll bow

But for now, I marvel at Your saving grace

And I'm full of praise once again

I'm full of praise once again

And once again I look upon the cross where You died

I'm humbled by Your mercy and I'm broken inside

Once again I thank You, once again I pour out my life

Faith vs. Reality

If you have faith like a mustard seed, and you tell this mountain to move, it will move.

Went to church today with a heavy heart.

We're always told that when we're in church, worshipping, we should be leaving our baggages and burdens behind, focus our hearts and minds on God. But it's just so hard when your mind is simply elsewhere, thinking about other stuff, concerned about other matters. On another note, it's also so easy to tell others to have faith, to depend on God, to make time for Him and trust that He will multiply your time. But really, how many of us can actually practice that in the face of so many troubles? If I myself am unable to practice it, who am I to preach it others?

Just yesterday, during QT, I was meditating upon prayer and faith. The bible tells of many stories of which men of faith have prayed fervently and God is moved by their prayer and grants them their request. Testimonies from brothers and sisters in Christ also speak of the power of prayer with faith. Then I looked back on myself. How much faith do I actually have? It's a constant struggle indeed.

I only had one simple request yesterday... And when I put reality and nothing else into perspective, I knew that request was never gonna happen. But I knew that if I asked in faith, without doubt, what I ask would have been fulfilled as I'm sure my request would be in line with God's desires. Unfortunately, I knew without doubt... that I had doubts. It's so difficult sometimes, just to pray... in faith. Without doubt.

In the end, I didn't dare think too much. Intellectualism in the kingdom of God almost certainly fails each time. I didn't dare think about the outcome. I just prayed. I'm really not sure how much faith I had at that point. I just asked.

Father, may Your hand and Your grace be upon those who need it.