The guy didn’t seem like a fraud through the evidence he had shown me. Eventually I forked out RM20 to get this 66-page-book because it did impress me at the first sight and somehow I could feel the sincere effort of the writer in writing this book. I wanna find out more about any kind of diseases, what more it is from the patient’s own experiences itself?
Okay, till this part is still fine. After 20 mins while I was waiting at another corner for consultation, the same guy met me again. And this time, he spotted me reading the book and requested for a photograph together with the book. Okay, just a small task, ok lor.. But he then questioned me further about my background and even asking me whether I’m single. This indeed was kinda eerie. And I actually missed my turn for consultation due to the photograph. =.=
After all, it is a bless I think to have encountered this random occasion during my consultation at UMMC. That guy didn’t do anything to me lar.. lol..phew. =)
The book did give a kind of feeling that the writer is really like talking to the one who is reading his book, which it gives me a feeling that it is a good book although the writer just used simple layman english to convey little bit about his life, how he was before he got diagnosed with schizoprenia, what happens after he was certified to be schizoprenic and so on.
I would like to share a small part of the book chapter 1 as it did drive me to read forward with just a simple introduction like this:
Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End
I was born Wang Tew Jit in october 10,1957 at the Assunta Hospital in Petaling Jaya, Selangor. My father was a fishmonger at the Pasar Buroh Wholesale Market in Selangor, in the outskirts of Kuala Lumpur.
While my father took care of the fish business, my mother took care of me. I was a pak-pak kei kei to my parents. This meant that I was a chubby boy whom my mother and father loved. My childhood days were carefree and happy.
I was a bright student in kindergarten and obedient to both my teacher and parents. I remember telling them that when I grow up, I will buy myself a Jaguar and life in a big bungalow. My father would be very happy each time he heard that. It was just a small boy’s fantasy. But in my heart, I had a burning desire to see that fantasy come true.
While growing up, I was shattered with the untimely demise of my mother. I was in tremendous pain when one day I found my mother hanging from the guava tree in the backyard of our house. She had committed suicide.
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So that is just a very small part of the beginning.. I won’t show you the whole story of course, I don’t want to get sued by people lor. lol. If you feel like reading further, please go and get one or you can borrow from me, I’ll charge you! LOL. just kidding!
But for people out there, if you does hook up with what I‘ve written, don’t hesitate to get a copy while at the same time you are helping the patient too.
Last but not least, I would like to show a you-tube clip of that author too. =)
Can you feel the great spark of fighting for life in this patient?
