More than a litre of tears

Today is the six times I have been to this hospital doing my volunteer job. I really love working in here and helping people. Sometimes I have to help HR people doing their management works; sometimes I have to help the dietitian distributes the meals to the patients since they lack of staff nurse; but most of the times I will be in the day-chemo ward helping for the registration of the patients. From those three different works that I have done, I really love distribute meals to the patient. Doing a volunteering job in here made me realize that some people are struggling, like really struggle to fight the disease to continue their life. Meanwhile there are some people in this world just give up with their life so easily because life is too hard for them.

I am not one of those people that have cancer but I do know one of them and she is my eldest sister. I have watched her struggle and being strong all the time although I have said it sometimes that being strong all the times is not an easy task to do. It’s really tiring especially when you have to do it all alone without any support. And by alone I mean she never share about her disease with others. I only heard about her disease once when she was talking with her friend. I still remember 6 years back when she got the news that she had this disease. Everyone was so sad and that time, how I wish I was the one that had the disease instead of her. A fortnight ago, she asked me to accompany her to some place and she was driving that night since I can’t drive her car. That night, I saw her disease attacked her while she was driving and we were so close to get hit by a car. I was so panic and didn’t know what to do that time while other drivers kept push their horn to us. Now I knew how she had accidents for several times before and it really not a good idea to let her drive again.

There was a really good friend of mine asked me once, “Do God gives us a test that we can’t handle?” My answer is no. If it is yes, then I probably will be dead by now. Even though I don’t have any cancer, I have to say that I have gone through a tough life, mostly alone. After all, that’s why I do all this volunteering thing. It made me realize that there are many others out there that have a bigger test than mine and instead of giving up, they’re fighting to the death. We need to prove to the world that we’re not a survivor but a fighter. No matter how hard life will be, we need to keep fighting because that’s life. It's never going to be easy and always remember my old sport, every time when you feel down because of the small test that God gives to you, there are people out there have a bigger test than yours. Some people are alone while fighting with their past, some people are fighting with their disease, some people are homeless and fighting with everything. There is always a litre of tears because we’re human, we’re weak. It doesn’t matter how many litre of tears you have on your pillow or on someone’s shoulder, as long as you will get stronger the next day and face the world while say it out loud “Bring it on, life!”