" Your uncle is so weak that he have to sit down to bathe. "
This was what my mum said to my brother when I was over the phone with my friend. Upon hearing this news, I rushed out to the living room and asked more about my uncle. He's on chemotherapy medication and chemotherapy sessions. He can only drink water or soups or milk. He cannot eat. Obviously, he's weak since he cannot eat food. It saddens me to hear when my mum told me that my uncle wants to give up.
Giving up means he's giving up, giving up fighting for his life. Giving up his family. Giving up his loved ones. Giving up everything that he has.
Indeed, I've no idea how much pain he's going through. I've completely no idea how much he is going through. I wished, I wished that I can be by his side, taking care of him. Take care of him like he used to take care of me when I was younger. I want to stay by his side to accompanying him. Play with him chess, watch movies with him and sit together outside the house and talk about everything and anything. I wish I could. But all these is only going to come true after my national exams.

Keep on fighting, don't ever give up. It's hard. It's painful. But what's more painful than losing your loved ones?
Loveyou.