A black day in Malaysian history

I don't know what I should be more sad with...

The fact that my breast is still bleeding or the reversion of medium of instruction for Maths and Science to Bahasa Malaysia (in national schools and mother-tongue languages in national-type schools) from 2012 onwards.

Follow up on my galactocele

I bled last night. Through my breast.

If you've read about my galactocele, then you'll know what I'm talking about now.

I obediently use a warm boil egg to massage my breast and the galactocele accumulated right next to my nipple.

After massaging for some time, it became a bruise instead of a normal red patch swollen thingy.
The skin started to peel. I'm not sure if it's due to the egg massage or because of the galactocele
(it's trying to burst out or something).

Last night, I pulled some of the dead skin of my breast.

Next thing I know I started to bleed. Oh snap!

The liquid that came out wasn't blood. I think?

It looked more like puss except that it was a bit reddish. Ok, it looked like a mixture of blood and puss together.

Even strains of red dried blood came out which was really scary.

Good news is it's not swollen anymore. Yeah

Bad news is I'm not sure if there are more blood clots inside.

One thing's for sure I can give tight hugs to my kids again.

Just the other day

I got back from work.
I was tired.
Grumpy and a bit frustrated.
I parked the car got down with a sigh.
My leg knocked the damn plant pot.
I can barely open my eyes so I was squinting all the way.
I think the eye bags are more visible now?
I got into the house.
Everyone was attached to the TV.
But I wouldn't have any energy to have a chat with anyone.
Just then Wayne came over to me.
He went "Mummy~!" and gave me a hug.
And everything changed.
I was happy. It felt sweet and I felt the love.
I gave Wayne a hug and a soft peck on the cheek.
And that was all it took for me to preservere on...
and strive for a better future for my kids.