The Midnight Post

Came back from the hospital visit at CGH. My maternal grandmother was a sad sight. At least she can still hear my mother and sister talking to her, although she grimaced in pain all the time.

It was too sudden; we were just celebrating reunion dinner some months ago. Now it is a week since she's in the hospital.

Was told that they could not give her more morphine. Any more and her diastolic pressure will drop too low. Alas, since the dosage is reduced, the pain experienced is more acute.

I never recalled what my paternal grandmother looked like. All I could remember was that I had to wear a sackcloth when I was very young, and that I was an uncle already.

And now, all I can do is watch in silence...