November 6, 2016in
I’d rather die than go to a home
A stroke in May last year did not kill Mr Goh Keng Char, but the depression that followed almost did.
Before the stroke, Mr Goh, then 77, lived alone in a one-bedroom Housing Board rental flat in Toa Payoh. His flat-mate of over 10 years had died a year earlier.
When he was discharged from Tan Tock Seng Hospital after a seven-week stay, Mr Goh, a bachelor, felt lonely and helpless, having to use a wheelchair to move
“I cannot walk… I felt I had nothing to live for,” says the former water tank maintenance worker.
“I took the lift to the 12th floor of the block in my wheelchair and wanted to jump down.