I took a long break from writing, during which I suffered another bout of Peritonitis. I’ve since returned home where things are looking up. Home is where Daniel and I, with the help of my help, whom I shall aptly name Kind, spend each and everyday filled with raucious laughter. In spite of this, Daniel and Kind take turns in a relay of care for me. They take turns to relief each other as the task of caring for me starts from the wee hours of 6am in the morning and ends at 10.30pm at night, everyday. Between work and caring for me, Daniel is mentally exhausted. His health worries me.
During my waking hours, I get help, mainly in the activities that I would have otherwise taken for granted, such as showering and defecating. This may not sound very palatable, but Truth is more likely inconvenient and unpretty.  Otherwise, we engage in one of my favourite activities, cooking, which is much more palatable and satiating. Every successful dish warms the cockles of my heart, knowing that I’m going to feed Daniel and that I have taught Kind well.

Pasta Bolognaise, crispy chicken wings, pork curry and a few other simple dishes turned out delicious, and I blossomed with pride while Kind gleaned with the praise bestowed upon her.
Meal times have become happy times. After some years, Daniel is now fed homecooked food, which offers some relief to the stress he shoulders, while both Kind and I are prideful of our efforts.