Now in the Sheares Library studying, but can't really concentrate cos can't stop thinking about David, which really makes me heavy-hearted. I think about Angela and his parents, how they must be dealing with his condition, I think about how it's like in the hospice. Is he the youngest there? What kind of uniforms do the medical staff wear? What's the pattern of the wallpaper? Is there fish and chips available? Bar Chor Mee? What does David want to eat? Does he have any appetite?

All these unanswerable, trivial questions, and of course, the biggest, baddest of them all, "Will he recover and get out, return to normalcy after all the metastasis is miraculously eliminated?"

Was doing my QT today and reflecting on how we may never understand God's ways, but are still called to obey his will.

Really made me reflect and decide not to take what I've been blessed with for granted. I can do so much more to love my family, friends. I can put so much more effort into whatever I'm doing, not out of obligation, but because I really love doing it, and also to present it to God.

Am very scared about visiting him tomorrow, but I hope he'll feel encouraged somehow.
Indeed, it's time to be prepared.