Life As I Knew It

When I was younger, I thought that the skies were blue because of some magical reason that could never be understood, and that the clouds only seem to pollute the scenery. And I always thought that dogs and cats are secretly able to speak our languages, gossiping about us whenever we sleep at night. I was also convinced that a fly could rise up from the grave after having been swatted, somehow rejuvenating itself even with it's guts spilled out.

I would like to think that my mind is still as imaginative and limitless, not bound by the laws that govern our physical world. But somehow, I know that I've caged my thinking a whole lot more than I used to. And I find it hard to let my imagination fly whenever I get an opportunity to use it.

Don't get me wrong. I love physics. I just can't seem to undo what I've learned, and hope to be a little bit more creative outside the compounds of theories and laws that are supposedly scientific.

I need imagination and creativity to start my business. Wait... What?

Ah, how wonderful the human mind works, as the truth expresses itself after a long time of serving the monstrous 88-key, and setting myself up for educating and being educated, that in the midst of all the various journeys, I end up yearning to achieve more through another means of skill and mastery.

Now questions race back and forth...

What makes a successful business?

How do you start one?

What does it take to maintain one?

Am I for real?

Seriously, why can't I just be content?

Cancer-Free

I am so grateful for all the thoughts, prayers, and well-wishes that came my way. Everyone's support gave me a little more fighting-will. (:

I can now say that I am a cancer survivor.

There were days where I didn't feel strong enough, but my will was lifted by the people around me! I can't believe that I went through this. Looking back, it feels like only yesterday that I was diagnosed with T-cell Lymphoma. And looking back, I feel like it was only yesterday that I had my last chemo-session and walked out of the treatment center with my chin up ready to proclaim my success over this disease.

The feeling cannot be described any other way but just pure joy. And to put an icing on the top of this cake, I saw my Dad cry - for the first time. He hugged me like as if I was just born. I cannot describe this feeling. I'm just... elated right now.

I have a new motto in life... if your life is on the line, GET A GRIP. Fight the good fight, and don't give in until it's truly over.

As cheesy as it may sound, I still remember wise words from an old friend of mine, "it always has a happy ending. If it's not happy, then it's not the end."

I'm so proud of Caroline and I. We went through it together, hands held, side by side like as if we were together for more than 50 years. There were moments in time where I thought I would fail to provide for her, and that I would fail to "love" her because of the disease. But at the end of each and every single day, I told myself that no cancer of any kind will ever take me away from her. And true enough, it never did - never will.

This trial has brought about many blessings. Thank you, Lord.

6th Round of Chemo

This was two weeks ago. I'm over the side effects, and it was nice that the treatment session fell on winter break. I didn't have to miss work.

That was supposedly my last chemo session. I'm going for a PET Scan next Monday, and results will be out on the 22nd. I'm hoping, praying, wishing, and keeping my fingers crossed that I'm done with treatment for the results will tell me that I am cancer free.

Say a little prayer for me...