The entry I was dreading to write is finally here. I actually wanted to put off writing this now but I decided to just go with it anyway, so I can get it over with. It’s funny how I’m able to blur out unwanted memories that when I look back on them the exact scenario is hazy but my feelings during that exact time or memory come rushing into me like it’s happening all over again. Wow, that was some weird branfart. Also, this is why I’m not a fan of these kind of questions and if I had a choice I prefer to not entertain them.

Alas, this entry requires me to do so, so here it is. In 2008 my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. At the time I didn’t want to delve on the severity, plus she acted quickly on it and immediately flew to Singapore to have a mastectomy. Post-mastectomy she had to go through 8 chemotherapy sessions and a 30-day radiation treatment. It all happened in a span of 10 months. I still don’t know how I got through it. Granted, I wasn’t a significant helping hand but save for her surgery in Singapore I was there in all the chemo sessions and drove her to probably 20 days of her radiation treatment. If you ask me, I think I was a zombie all throughout. It scares me now to think about it because of the possibilities that could have happened. A lot of things in my life changed that year.. and probably contributed to many of my life drawbacks today. It was just hard, because I’m extremely close to my mom and seeing shit like cancer affect the person I love the most, the most important being in my life and our family is just. Ugh. I can’t write about it anymore. I’m done.

Let’s end this on a positive note, shall we? The weekend is arriving and I want to make sure I don’t keep negativity on my blog too much. My mom has been cancer-free for 6 years now and that’s all we ever want year by year.