Life's Small Things.

Life isn't a matter of milestones, but of moments and every little things matters. Today I am thankful for every beautiful things around me either it's so close by my side or far away from my sight.

Destiny has taught me life is never a bed of roses. There are always many challenges in each phase of our lives. However, for that very moment, today, I simply felt my problems are too petty; instead there are too many beautiful good little things around me and I sincerely feel grateful of it.

My little one and I were on our mini beast adventure outside my eldest son's nursery school, as usual after sending the big brother to his class. We were spying some ladybirds, ants and spiders when I met one of my son's classmate's nanny.

I asked her about the pretty little girl's mum. I have not seen her for quite a while and all this while, I thought that she's at work. However, only today, to my dismay, I knew that she has been hospitalised and currently undergoing chemotherapy. I was told that she has been diagnosed with lymphoma-cancer of the lymph nodes.

Getting to know more about it and her, just made me feel that life is too cruel. Before I could realize tears were gushing out of my eyes. She is a pretty lady with lovely smile and carries a strong charisma. Never at any time that I have met her (which is always during drop off and pick up time of our children's nursery), I would have thought that in her-at the age of 36- she carries so much of sorrow, burdens and challenges.

It might have been different and might not have been be so painful and hard for me to hear this few years ago, but now as a mum of two, the emotion that involves is certainly different, and the degree of pain is definitely more immense. As a mum, the first thought that ran through my mind when I hear this mishap was her children-two beautiful daughters, each aged 6 and 4 respectively. I can feel the pain of a mum to know that the doctors have predicted your lifespan to only another 5 years because you have cancer of the lymph nodes, your eldest daughter is born with autism, and you would have had two sons before your daughters, if only they were not stillborns.

My friend is not coping well with her chemotherapy but I hope life will give her enough little things to cherish and an abundance of courage to fight a brave battle against her lymphoma.

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