HELP REQUIRED.

I'm looking for a talented IT person who would be willing to help me set up a one stop cancer website for cancer patients in Singapore. Anyone, if you think you can help, PLEASE come forth and email me... It is one of my wishes to pass on as little as I can possibly give back to the society that has helped my little princess and myself so much...

I have a rough idea of what is lacking here but I know nothing about IT or website designing or whatever technical lingo... Hence, I will really need a professional to volunteer your services. If you have any friends who might be able and willing to help, please also enquire on our behalf.

THANK YOU in advance.

To each of you still reading our blog, THANK YOU. I always neglect to thank you all silent supporters but while I never explicitly thank you, I never forget. Every word, every encouragement is a very sweet reminder of my baby girl's love. The hearts she has touched. And that her spirits continues to live on. I cannot tell you enough how much all these mean to me.

In 2 days, Charmaine would have been gone for 30 days now...

In the last week, both Jase and me have attempted a couple of 'first's. We went to catch watch a game and we went to catch a movie. The game was easier because it was an entirely new environment and I ended up being too exhausted to even be upset. The movie was tough... I should have bought 3 tickets instead of 2. Char should have been sitting besides me but she wasn't. Everywhere we went in the mall, I saw princessy stuffs that Char would have loved... The crafts she would have wanted to do, the dresses she would have loved...

All the little things, all the beautiful memories we would have together with my precious child... So cruelly stolen by a cowardy disease.

I am crying a little lesser this week compared to last week... But I am missing Charmaine more with each passing day...

Many things are hard. But it doesn't mean that I don't eat or drink or sleep. I am alive and I am living like everyone else. I eat, I bath, I sleep and I wake up to the same routine day in day out. The only variant in my life is Jase. Most of the days, the only duty I am capable as a mom to Jase is to allow myself to be guided by Jase. If he wants to visit Char, I go. If he wants to catch a movie, I drag myself out.

I can smile. Although not as much. I can talk. Although it doesn't feel like I am making sense. I can think. Although I don't understand what I'm thinking about.

I have finally started to write that first chapter...

Oh how I miss you my lovely baby...

Honey, I love you. I miss you. Can you come visit mama in my dreams tonight please?

Love,
Mama