"It is only when we start to fall that we realize the beauty of the journey called life."
In May 2016, I realized I was finding it difficult to urinate and headed to the doctor. Initially, he prescribed medicines and tests but nothing worked. On May 7th, I went back to the doctor and he asked me to get an MRI done. The results read that I had a tumour. I was in shock and went for second opinion. I kept myself fit and had quit smoking long ago. How could I get cancer, I thought. On May 15th, I was wheeled in for surgery. It took me six months to hobble back to normal. Doctors said that the chances of relapse were only 1% and I relaxed. Yet again, it didn’t last long though. In February, I noticed the lump coming back and headed to the doctor. My PET scan revealed that I had a lymphoma. a word that I hadn’t heard before. I was devastated.
Chemotherapy began in March 2017. Before I could lose my hair, I went and donated it to our family temple. The sessions drained me, made me weak, left marks on my skin, ruined my appetite. My skin was burnt, my tongue tasted yucky, and I would get nauseated easily. Through this journey, I have learned to slow down and enjoy life. It’s only us who worry of what will happen if we are not around. People adapt to the change and life goes on. It is only when we start to fall that we realize the beauty of the journey called life.