My heroes.
I withstood six cycles of chemo, countless Neupogen shots, fifteen rounds of radiotherapy, a mastectomy and fourteen hour reconstructive surgery and nine months of having little amount of hair…almost bald.
He stood by me at the moment of pain and agony, pale, thin and sickly regardless of stuff I had to go through, pretending he didn't smell the puke in my hair ( when I still had hair during my first chemo treatment). He was there always ready to catch me when I fall, buying tons of books and other reading stuff that helps me ease the unbearable pain and depression I have to go through.
He was then a sweetheart, a best friend who a few months later was betrothed to me but was living hundreds of km away. He had to run to be by my side when my condition becomes severed and ugly. He has become an expert at recognizing signs of sickness and catching it in a bag—a useful skill when I puked my guts out.
A year later I was his bride, the most beautiful woman in the world through his eyes regardless of my newly grown GI hair on my head and one breast bouncing and the prospect of never being able to have any children.
I withstood six cycles of chemo, countless Neupogen shots, fifteen rounds of radiotherapy, a mastectomy and fourteen hour reconstructive surgery and nine months of having little amount of hair…almost bald.
He stood by me at the moment of pain and agony, pale, thin and sickly regardless of stuff I had to go through, pretending he didn't smell the puke in my hair ( when I still had hair during my first chemo treatment). He was there always ready to catch me when I fall, buying tons of books and other reading stuff that helps me ease the unbearable pain and depression I have to go through.
He was then a sweetheart, a best friend who a few months later was betrothed to me but was living hundreds of km away. He had to run to be by my side when my condition becomes severed and ugly. He has become an expert at recognizing signs of sickness and catching it in a bag—a useful skill when I puked my guts out.
A year later I was his bride, the most beautiful woman in the world through his eyes regardless of my newly grown GI hair on my head and one breast bouncing and the prospect of never being able to have any children.
He is my number one HERO!!!
The countless hospital trips he had to make,
spending the nights on the hard hospital chairs, placed two chairs facing each
other so he could stretch his legs, day after day. Any other man would have run
off with another pretty young thing.. And any other future-mother-in-law would have encouraged the son to flee...but
not his mom.
The next HEROES, Marz my collegue who visited me often, brought me all kind of stuff while she got nothing in return from me. In fact, I even offended her, refusing her visit with stupid excuses when in fact I was resting at home.
The next HEROES, Marz my collegue who visited me often, brought me all kind of stuff while she got nothing in return from me. In fact, I even offended her, refusing her visit with stupid excuses when in fact I was resting at home.
It is difficult to explain when sometimes I
didn't want to see anyone but at other times, I craved for the need of a
companion. I was a complete wreckage, not knowing how and what to feel about
everything, anything.
Nina is a good support with her visits whenever
she was home on holidays and the countless phone calls, asking how I was and
every detail of my treatment. Whenever she was away working overseas her emails
were my constant companion. Her love life was a sad one though.
My dad despite his own high blood pressure, diabetes and heart disease, visited whenever I was in the ward with my stepmom being his loyal driver and companion. There were times I had to lie to them about going for CAT scans or MRIs during visiting hours so they won’t come to visit.
My dad despite his own high blood pressure, diabetes and heart disease, visited whenever I was in the ward with my stepmom being his loyal driver and companion. There were times I had to lie to them about going for CAT scans or MRIs during visiting hours so they won’t come to visit.
They have done so much for me, nobody had ever
wanted to know them. They did what they did because that's who they are: people
who care about others, people with honest, sincere hearts, people who are in
the real sense of the word, HEROES.
They are my heroes
Many thanks to all the doctors,
nurses and specialist…
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