It’s been almost a week since I was diagnosed with cancer.
Sometimes, it’s hard to have a lot of friends asking how are you every day? I
feel like I’m committed to give a timely report of my situation when I'm busy
with doctors’ appointment, consultation, scanning and test. As much as I know
all my family and friends are very concerned which I’m very deeply grateful
for, I do need to take a break from the attention and the same questions that I
need to answer every day so choosing to write the blog helps in a way for them
to understand and updated with my condition.
One of the things I also noticed
that the friendship I’ve bonded with my friends are boundless, many offered to
lend me money and asking if I can cope with the finances. My friends are not
just rich but they are priceless too. I was so touched by how they see me as a
trustworthy person. Most people flee when they heard their friends are sick and
in need of money but all my friends have been very encouraging. Thankfully, my
insurance covered 90% of my medical bill.
One of my Buddhist volunteer friend, Betty even bought me a lot of sea salts that will come in handy when I received my chemotherapy, it is used to soak with hot water to nourishes and cleanse my skin, she even insist of supplying high fluoride toothpaste after my Radiotherapy and chemotherapy.
“When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.”
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