I am going to do a pictorial post of the thing for my sons. So, read on if you like. It is a simple operation but nevertheless a big trauma for a 10 years old who have never been hospitalised since he was 18 months old. This will be written one-to-one, me to him.


On the night before your operation, we went to have sushi at E-gate and Michael said it is your last supper. I told him I am going to wash his mouth with Dettol.


On the way home, I suggested to papa to turn into our church and surprisingly he agreed. We went to the grotto and asked Mother Mary to watch over you. Ok, you did not actually say any prayers because you were too busy playing with candle wax. But Matthew obediently kneeled along with me and said, “Please keep David safe safe, Jepli no accident, no bleeding, no pain pain…Aaaaamen’.


Before that, when we reached the church, the Chinese aspotolates were busy putting up lanterns with Father Henry. Papa got down the car and the moment Father saw him, wuah..they so chummy wan. I muttered, “What! How come your father knows Father more than me wan ler?” And he stayed back to help with the lanterns till after midnight. So, you were at home with me and we were counting and watching the clock because you are not supposed to eat anything after 12 midnight.


At the break of dawn, we went to the hospital. Nice sunrise over Penang Free’s School. And you have to ask, “Really wan? This school all free wan?” Doh, I said it is the name of the school lah. And asked if you want to come to this school next because it will be very near our home.


Ready for operating theatre. We were mimicking Theme Hospital’s PC game. Doctor! Operating Theatre! And doh, you have to bring in the part about the Grim Reaper with the scythe guy. I scolded you, “Cilaka, wanna get slap issit?”


You actually enjoyed being cradled in the stretcher and papa and mommy swing you on it a few times. Wuah…must be tough being an ambulance guy cos not easy to carry. We had sometime in the day lounge where they allowed us to be with you until the OT is ready. Dr. Something-something came in and told you he is going to take you to watch cartoons! He asked which cartoon you liked and you asked him what’s the time.

It was 11.40 am and you told him, “Hah! 12 noon I can watch Dragonball!” Doh!


It was a loooong wait and you only came out three hours later. Doh again. (more on the waiting part over at Christian-Journey)


You totally konked out for six hours straight. And I had to eat McDonald’s Prosperity Foldover with my laptop as company.


But all ends well….Today, you can follow us to Baskin Robbins and get your favourite sherbet. And I hope no one notices that middle fingers of yours which you posed for Michael. If they do, I am going to the kitchen, get a cleaver and chopped them off.

What’s left is you can’t put out your tongue, you can’t scream when annoyed and you cannot swallow tablets and pills prescribed.

Thank God for the mercies and thank God for the nurses of paeds ward of Lam Wah Ee for their excellent care.