2008年11月11日
Throughout the 14-hour flight from SF to home I told myself that there should be no more tears. And I kept my promise. For ten months I have not shed a tear, not even when I was under great stress. But I could not keep my emotions at bay some days ago when I read this-
“In 1942 and 1948 I had been disquieted by but mercifully only half aware of the gravity of my father's illness. I had no comprehension of the facts of death, nor even of prolonged, debilitating physical illness then…Now I was able in a series of imagined flashes to see his body being taken over by a dreadful, creeping invasion of malignant cells, his organs slowly devoured, his brain, eyes, ears and throat torn asunder by this dreadful, almost miasmic, affliction. It was as if the carefully constructed supports maintaining and noourishing my life were being suddenly knocked away, leaving me standing in a dark void…What would happen to me without him?…”
Edward Said's recount of his father's illness has caught off my balance. And the word ' creeping' kept swirling in my head. And I ask God for his mercy not to let the creeping cells take her away.
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