Finally the diagnosis is confirmed - lymphocyte rich tyhmoma. Which means my dad now is being referred to IJN, as surgery is recommended to remove the tumor. Fortunately is not cancerous. Unfortunately, the cardiothoracic surgeon is on vacation, so the earliest appointment set is for May 17, 2006.
Hearing that he has 2 weeks to wait, my dad, being so restless staying at his daughters' houses, insisted that we send him back. If we refused, he shall find his own way, perhaps the commuter to KL Sentral, then the bus from Pekeliling to Kuala Lipis. Ya right! So it ends up with my youngest brother who happens to be on leave sending him and my mom back.
The first thing he did when he got home was to clean up his fish aquarium. Then he went around the house fuming the mosquitoes with whatchamacallit-aerosol. I guess he refuses to admit that he is sick, and to forget that he will be undergoing surgery. Most elder people are like that.
A friend's father was even more stubborn - he drove to the clinic himself in the middle of the night after some naggings from the wife and children, refused to see the doctor but instead just bought some drugs for himself to relieve his pain. He also insisted that he will only see his regular doctor on his regular checkup day, and refused to admit that his pain needs to be treated immediately. I suppose that is what people label as "denial". I think if we were in their shoes, we would also react the same way. If you are capable of doing things you always do, that would mean that you are ok. It's all in the mind some people would say.
Today, my dad actually walked to the masjid for his Friday prayers. It sounds like another denial act. I don't know what he's trying to proof, or is it just a mere excuse to have an exercise?
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