Its February 20th Deutsch Time. Jo’s Birthday. At the same time last year, I called Deutschland and wished his mum and him Happy Birthday.
Everything happens for a reason. You just don’t know it at that time.
Johannes is a deep thinker. He was 2 years younger than me but he never made me feel so. Sensibility and Maturiey are the 2 words I would use to describe him.
Like any other 23 year old, he was excited about what life has to offer. He had big plans and he knew what he wanted. He had a huge crush on me but we only maintained contact via email and we shared a lot of thoughts about life and love. He liked the way I love and how I strive to make one more person smile today so the cycle goes on. But because he wanted a career and a successful life, we chose to remain as friends, until the day he received his diagnose- Cancer. Skin Cancer. Melanoma.
It was just a small patch of black growth at the side of his right cheek which proved lethal.
He ran home that evening with the report and knelt before God bursting out in tears. He prayed and all he could think of was his family, his life and his love.
Suddenly, it all became clear. He typed a long email to Singapore and it was all about his confessions .
You probably will never think Cancer will find someone close to you. Someone so young and vibrant with aspirations and dreams.
From then on, he let his heart rule his mind and not vice versa. Overnight, the other girls in his life just dispelled from his world and one was left standing. Someone, he called his ‘pond of life’.
An operation had to be done immediately to stop the spread. This could mean a half paralysed blue face for life. It was pretty intense and all i could do was pray over at the other side of the world.
The operation was a success but it wasn’t the end of the nightmare. Living by my philosophy, If i could help someone close to me today, I would. Packed my bag and flew to Germany.
I always thought its good to be positive. But actually, not all the time. Being positive means you shd be prepared for bigger disappointment.
He came to Singapore for a supposedly 2 months Internship but it was a trip which was forced to be cut short. The cells spread.
Under such circumstances, if one party has no choice but to stay in Germany, the other has to make the effort to go. Parents will always want to protect their children and my parents had asked me to reconsider. The positive vibe in me always tells me to ‘keep the faith’ .
My exact words to my mum then were ‘Mummy, cancer can find anyone. It may find you, or me, tomorrow. But this guy here knows he has a battle to fight. He will be more true to himself and people around him than any other guys who are taking their lives and people around them for granted. If he finds so much strength in me, I have to walk this through with him. The most important thing is health. If there is no life, there is no need to talk about love or future anymore.”
My mum kept quiet. I went to Germany again.
It was a tough time for all of us. I have a phobia for the smell of clinics and hospitals now. I couldn’t communicate because most germans couldn’t speak good English. Europeans don’t have their family by their sides. Everyone’s busy with their lives at some parts of the World or some other parts of Germany. The only person who was keeping Vigil was ironically a Singaporean Girl who came from another part of the World.
I remembered I had to stay in a motel and I couldn’t sleep. I was afraid being alone in a faraway place. Often, after visiting hours, I had to walk through this Park alone and it was pretty dark. I will always walk past this shop in the night and it was a shop that sold teelight candle holders. I will often stop by to look at the candles glittering in the night.
I am a free thinker. But somehow praying to the Catholic God then gave me lots of strength. Once Jo escaped from the hospital so he could spend some time with me in Tubingen. Suddenly the pain was so bad I knelt down and prayed really hard. He was breaking out in cold sweat and I could only watch on. We couldn’t make our way back to the hospital. Miraculously, the pain went away and we quickly got him back in his ward.
He was undergoing Radiation. We all thought all will be well in a matter of time. By then, I thought it was time for me to go. He asked me to stay for another 3 months. But I knew i had to come back again to see my worried parents. Never did I think it would be the last time I saw him.
For each hurdle crossed, it was another ray of hope. Throughout the whole ordeal, I had never told him ‘I understand how you feel’ because nobody will ever and is qualified to say that.
The phone rang and it was a normal conversation. However, he sounded nervous. Then he suddenly broke down and said the cells spread to his livers and lungs and the Doctors at Tubingen are giving up on him. I hated these so called professionals who said this to him. He had pinned so much hope on them. My Lance Armstrong book to Jo did not work on him anymore. He was desperately looking for help.
A rational guy like him seeked spiritual help in Brazil. You just knew it was his last straw. He returned home without hope.
He shut his world up. He stopped talking. The last I heard from him was when he made me cry so hard I had heart wrenching feelings everyday and night. You could feel as if its bleeding profusely. He told me only at the blink of death that he realised his love for me is like sisterly love. And it would be unfair to make me a living widow holding on to the belief that he was the love of my life when I am not his. I wasn’t sure if he really stopped loving me in the face of death or was he being great. And i gathered I will never know.
My situation was unique. For what he said, most girls probably don’t want to see this guy again. But I couldn’t. Being ‘dumped’ in such a situation was painful. you are not sure what is the truth anymore. And you cannot stop contacting this person because you still care about his health and well being. I knew I had to let go so he has no more emotional burden to take care of- Only then can he fight this battle whole heartedly. I just told myself, its not important if he loves me or not. what’s more important is to preserve his health and life then can we talk about this again.
Everyday I will be hoping for his call which never came. I sent him emails about miracles and hope everyday not knowing if he will ever see it. I wanted him to believe in miracles and the power of the mind. I stopped crying becoz by me crying, i am admitting that he is losing this battle! If i wanted him to believe, I had to start believing it! Days went by but not an email was returned.
His sisters told me he was changing. He didn’t talk anymore and he did not look like jo anymore. They said I may not even recognise him shd i see him again. It was hard to imagine and it was then you understood that all he wanted me to remember was the Johannes when he was healthy and good looking.
5th December 2005. He passed away peacefully. I was very numb. The pain only ate into my skin day by day. The thought that I cannot see this person again drains me. It was really painful.
He had started to sms me again. He called me a few days back just to chat. For him to come out of his shell and call me was bonus for me. I guess he already knew his time will be up soon.
Stephie told me he changed the wallpaper on his laptop to a picture of both of us again. He really wanted internet connection at home which was due to arrive a few days after he passed on. I guess he wanted to ’speak’ with me again since talking was very painful for him then. Only did I found out what I wanted to find out. It was a love so great and he never stopped loving me. He did not want me to be heart broken and see him degenerate.
As i prayed at the Church of the Sacred Heart, I could feel his presence. I knew someday I will see him again. And when we do, he will share with me his life after death and I will share with him my life on this Earth. He made me realize many things and it surely changed the way I wanna live my life now. For that, I have to admit that meeting him happened for a reason.
Hope to remind people who are busy chasing the paper - First chasing the ‘degree’ then chasing the ‘cheques and dollars’- you cannot bring these papers with you at the end of the day. What you can truly bring with you are invaluable memories and experiences with your loved ones and people you care for and these need precious element called ‘TIME’ which money can’t buy. Money never seems to be enough. Sometimes what we have is enough to make us comfortable but somehow it will never be enough for some people.
Don’t take anything or anybody for granted. I believe it wasn’t too late for Jo to realize that. Beats someone who dies in an accident and never had the chance to tell his loved ones just how much he appreciates them.
Johannes Stallmann. Definitely one of the people I will meet in Heaven.