Post-Treatment Thoughts

Last Friday 20th March 2015, after 6 cycles of chemotherapy and 17 sessions of radiotherapy, I'm finally done with treatment!!! WOOHOOO. The road to recovery the past 6 months has been tough, but God has gifted me with so many graces to travel this road. Thank you all for soldiering on with me — the visits, prayers, well wishes, kind words of encouragement... they mean a lot! 

Can't believe these 6 months have gone on by so quickly. Not complaining though, just feeling very blessed. This journey has taught me many things, and I thought it'll be nice to share with you guys.

Health is wealth

Growing up, I was always involved in sports — netball, in particular. I've been playing netball competitively, representing my schools since I was 13. In primary school, I was a lazy bum. But a smart one, because I found out that I could list 'piano' as my CCA teehee... so I didn't have to go for any CCA practices etc and could spend more time watching tv at home. But I still liked running, so I was a runner for my House and participated during Sports Day every year. I remember winning my first gold medal in P3 at my first event, and actually slept with it around my neck because I refused to take it off (lol what was I thinking). 

I'm bringing all these up to show that I wasn't the most unhealthy person — yes, I eat McDonalds occasionally (side note: think I'm never gonna have macs again crai), but I exercised regularly too! Especially during netball days, no way was I unfit and unhealthy then. Ok, I admit that I stopped exercising regularly when I graduated, but at least I was still loving my fruits and vegetables?

Truth is, no one expected me to get cancer. Not now, not when I'm 22 and at the start of my career. 

It is so important to treat your body right. I can't emphasize how important it is to eat right — I'm not saying to convert to a vegetarian/stop eating sugar etc but moderation is definitely key. Being young doesn't mean the body is insusceptible to illnesses! Cancer doesn't only happen to old people. Apparently my kind of lymphoma happens mostly in young women... who would have known?! 

Like me, many young people take their health for granted. Not because we don't care... I guess it just doesn't strike us? We assume that our youth equates to health, and then it just disappears in our list of priorities. But we forget that without health, we can neither pursue our paper chase for qualifications, nor climb up that esteemed career ladder. 

"Smile, and you'd have won half the battle"

I am very touched by the comments which say that I've been strong, brave and positive... I really appreciate them — thank you for taking time to write to me, and for keeping me in your prayers. Honestly, what keeps me going is the faith that with God's grace, I will completely recover. Also, I draw my strength from the people around me (especially my family, and my close friends). I wouldn't have done it without them. They have supported me through everything. My parents would visit me twice a day when I was warded, giving me home-cooked lunch and dinner lovingly made by my grandma so that I didn't need to eat hospital meals. I am so blessed to be at the receiving end of such great love.

During my hospital stays, I've always had wonderful roomies (haha) to accompany me. Even though they may be three to four times my age, I enjoyed all our conversations. I believe that God placed these individuals there with a purpose — to keep me company, and make me laugh and be touched by their stories. During the period when I was just diagnosed, one elderly lady in the next bed asked me why I was there, and I started tearing when I shared my story. She then said something which resonated in me until today — "Girl ah... smile, and you'd have won half the battle". 

You can face anything, just do it afraid

I thought long and hard before posting up the photo of me and my baby-hair head. I decided to go ahead with it, because I wanted to show that there is nothing wrong with having less hair. Yes, I cried so much when I shaved it all off. But then I remembered that I wasn't alone. Thousands of other women have shaved their heads to fight hair loss, a distressing side-effect of chemotherapy. I can only wish that I am brave enough to leave out the wig when I'm out. 

I've also read about some women in the US who try to prevent hair loss by using ice caps during chemotherapy. Apparently by reducing blood flow to the scalp, this limits chemotherapy exposure to hair follicles. The thing is, it hurts like mad?!! Imagine having a block of ice on your head 24/7. But by doing this, there is also a concern that this reduces the effectiveness of treatment in that area. If you ask me to choose, I'd rather have my head shaved than all the other nasty side-effects of chemotherapy like vomiting. 

Anyway, I also learnt about the importance of eyebrows and eyelashes... They are SO important to a face's structure omg. The photo that I posted above is considered the 'nicer' version. So here's me, with a few tiny strands of eyebrows, and zero eyelashes. And a shiny bald head. (At least the flush from the drugs gave my face abit of colour haha)

I'll be recuperating at home for the next couple of weeks. I'll update whenever I can! Today, Singapore lost our founding father Mr Lee Kuan Yew. He was a great man who built Singapore, a place I proudly call Home. May he always be remembered. Rest in peace!