But they just keep coming. The latest being ma is ill. She has been diagnosed with breast cancer. Big :(
I was in Paris when I received the news. My brother sms-ed me. My heart just sank. I felt so awful I was not able to be with her to give her the support she so needed. I composed myself, then called her and tried to be brave about it, but I just broke down and the 2 of us were
crying over the phone.
There and then, I wanted to cut short my trip. But I had just landed after a 13-hour flight, and was tired as hell. After thinking it through and praying about it, I decided it was best to play my role as a wife and mother - have the break that both hubs (and I) so needed, and enjoy one last holiday with Matt before the new addition comes along - then return home and deal with the issue at hand. There was really nothing I could do to change that fact, so I just called ma and spoke to her regularly.
"Doctor said best to remove the breast. Second opinion also the same."
So to cut a long story short, that is what she will be doing soon. We are hoping the cancer is at early stages, which doctor feels is likely the case. I am keeping my fingers crossed and praying really hard.
I asked her how she feels about losing one of her boobs. "Aiyah, not that your dad is interested in them anymore. Lao liao. Anyway, he said still got one." I am not sure if she is putting up a brave front, but to still be able to have a sense of humour, I do really admire her.
I am sad that she has to go through the physical pain of going through 2 surgeries in such a short span of time, at her age (she's almost 70!), and the emotional trauma that accompanies the whole thing. I only wish I can be there for her more, but I am so far away, and I am nearing the time when air travel is prohibited for the stage of pregnancy I am in.
