I've now cut down on many of my favourite food because it makes me throw up. But it's been getting better now. The only thing is nothing with garlic, onions or too much oil.
But I'm here to remind myself in later years how my family had helped me through this time and important I've come to realise they are to me (something I've overlooked for many years).
Every morning my mum would make a cup of milo and send it up to my room. Then she would proceed to the market and get some breakfast. When she comes back, she'll send the breakfast up to my room again. After that she would sit with me and talk to me to improve my mood. I noticed that I needed these talks whenever my mum had to go somewhere and couldn't talk to me that day. Then she would busy around cleaning the house and cooking porridge or noodles for me. In the evening, she would take walks with me.
Suffice to say, I felt lonely, helpless and useless when my mum is not around. She is so strong, I wish I had some of her strength. Now, its been almost 2months since she looked after me and I am grateful for all that she has done.
Ofcourse my father and sister had been very very supportive too. My dad would give my good advises and tend to me the best he can. My sis would cheer up my day whenever and wherever. But my mum sacrificed the most and for that I love her.
Hopefully I am able to stand on my own soon and get my own things done. My mum is the best!
