today, i took a day off and went to the hospital with mom. she was scheduled to do her first chemotherapy today. the night before, somehow, i felt nervous even though i was not the one who was going to have the treatment. i guessed it was because she is my mom and i was afraid that chemotherapy might be very taxing on her.
we were already sitting outside the blood-test department at 7am. mom needs to do blood test first to make sure she has enough white blood cells before she can start her chemotherapy. while mom was doing her blood test, i saw a few kids wearing masks over their mouths. i knew they were all young cancer patients. one of them was a young girl, think she was only 5 or 6 years old. suddenly i felt like crying looking at the small kids, imagining the pain and agony that they have to suffer at such young age!
when we were at the radiotherapy unit waiting for mom's turn to see the doctor, she met a few of her friends she knew from the unit! those women really were fighters. they were all so positive and cheerful! they changed my expectation of a radiotherapy unit where i expect to see dull, sad, crying faces! one of the friends, ah hua was like a counsellor offering encouragement to the new patients there.
mom was mentally, physically and emotionally prepared for the treatment. she told me she has made herself 3 head scarves. i told her i would want to take photos of her and my dad with nephew juston when she has lost all her hair! :o) mom brought along water, sandwiches, prayer book and a reading book along, it was like a small outing for both of us, minus the river, the chirping birds, the trees and the green green grass.
mom started her first chemotherapy at 12.45 noon. as i was not allowed in the room, so i went home first. i stood outside looking when she walked into the room. it was like the scene of parents seeing their kids to school, except this time, i was the parents and mom was the kid.
her chemotherapy took about 2 hours and 15 minutes. when dad drove her back, she didn't look tired or exhausted. i asked her how she was feeling, she felt okay and still energetic and cheerful as she always was! she told us her first experience, shared with us the people she met in the chemotherapy room, etc....
i am glad that mom is a fighter, stronger and braver than i thought she was!
三一八 is sure a day to remember :o)
we were already sitting outside the blood-test department at 7am. mom needs to do blood test first to make sure she has enough white blood cells before she can start her chemotherapy. while mom was doing her blood test, i saw a few kids wearing masks over their mouths. i knew they were all young cancer patients. one of them was a young girl, think she was only 5 or 6 years old. suddenly i felt like crying looking at the small kids, imagining the pain and agony that they have to suffer at such young age!
when we were at the radiotherapy unit waiting for mom's turn to see the doctor, she met a few of her friends she knew from the unit! those women really were fighters. they were all so positive and cheerful! they changed my expectation of a radiotherapy unit where i expect to see dull, sad, crying faces! one of the friends, ah hua was like a counsellor offering encouragement to the new patients there.
mom was mentally, physically and emotionally prepared for the treatment. she told me she has made herself 3 head scarves. i told her i would want to take photos of her and my dad with nephew juston when she has lost all her hair! :o) mom brought along water, sandwiches, prayer book and a reading book along, it was like a small outing for both of us, minus the river, the chirping birds, the trees and the green green grass.
mom started her first chemotherapy at 12.45 noon. as i was not allowed in the room, so i went home first. i stood outside looking when she walked into the room. it was like the scene of parents seeing their kids to school, except this time, i was the parents and mom was the kid.
her chemotherapy took about 2 hours and 15 minutes. when dad drove her back, she didn't look tired or exhausted. i asked her how she was feeling, she felt okay and still energetic and cheerful as she always was! she told us her first experience, shared with us the people she met in the chemotherapy room, etc....
i am glad that mom is a fighter, stronger and braver than i thought she was!
三一八 is sure a day to remember :o)
Auntie, bravo to you! Hang in there! You will get through this with your courage and positive outlook... and I can tell you have lots of love and care from family and friends around you!
ReplyDeleteRegards,
Marvin