I was really stoning today (need I say why?)... And then i came across a video I watched quite awhile back...

It's another one of those sad sad medical stories (yes, I have absolutely no life). Well, I watched it again. And still had the same reaction that I had back then.

Sometimes things like these just make you wonder why they fight on. What meaning is there in fighting to see the next day when you know you cant walk without falling? Or when you know you're dead if they take you off the ventilator? What is out there waiting for them that's so great that they want to live on despite losing an arm, a leg, a lung?

I guess for me, the message is fight on. Fight on and know as much as you can. Because somewhere out there, someone wants to fight on, but doesnt have the strength anymore. And somehow if I know enough, I may be able to help them fulfill their dreams. To be cured and lead a normal life? To live on? Maybe somehow, if i finally get skilled enough, I can give hope to those who have none. It is, of course, extremely naive of me to think this way. So many of the diseases today are still incurable, and I'm no researcher so nope, no novel treatments are coming from me.

But you see, patients who fight on make me wanna fight harder too. I know it's supposed to be the other way round, but their hope brings me hope.