"meowww....meowww..." or it rather sounds like a high pitched "nguwekkk...nguwekkk"
"oh hello mr frodo!!! lapar ke? jom kita makan"
"nguwekkk..." he ate a few bites of his Iams and started closely following me around the lawn, preventing me from going inside my house. he's not allowed inside the house because of my condition.
frustrated, i stood in front of my door. he started rubbing his skinny body on my jeans.
"golek (roll) frodo...golek boy"
he slammed his body on the floor and started rolling around my feet.
that's about the only command that Mr Frodo responds to.
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btw, yesterday I went to speak to my hematologist/bone marrow transplant specialist. He asked me why i wanted to postpone my splenectomy. I had a million reasons in my head, but in the end all i said was, "When you decided to have my spleen removed, I was caught unprepared. All this while I've been concentrating on my lungs, and I never thought about my spleen. I just want to give it a second chance, and have another CT scan in a few weeks time. By then if the lesions are still there, we can remove the spleen, and my conscience would be clear." I was prepared for the doctor to argue, but all he said was "OK." Yess! He said he would continue me with antifungals and arrange for a CT scan in 3-4 weeks time. He also said that in 2 weeks time, I should do a bone marrow test to see the blast level in my bone marrow. We spoke a bit more, made some notes and I left the clinic that day happier than I was a few days before.
bye for now.
ps: in the midst of composing "the chronicles of september 2004 - part III". it's really just for my benefit, since i never really properly recorded what happened, and i don't intend to forget.
