To
choose the person who inspired me most is not easy, I would have to decide
between my mother and father. This seems natural because they are the two
people I have spent most of my life with. But for the purpose of this post
I shall talk about my mother (without taking any credit away from my father
because he was largely influential in my life too).
My
mother, is a selfless person like most mothers are. Having spent most of her
working life at Changi Prison working as a counsellor after her graduation from
NUS, she gave up working full time when she gave birth to my older brother (I
have and older brother, younger sister and another younger brother). And became
a full time housewife, taking care of all the household chores together with
our then maid, occasionally giving tuition to kids for extra allowance. She
could do this because my dad was doing well enough to support our living costs.
Being a housewife is nothing glamorous and as a kid then, I did not appreciate
her as much as I would now. My mother did all the dirty work with regards to us
kids. She taught me how to wipe my ass (something I cannot imagine my father
doing), made me study (which was hard for her because I was not naughty but I
hated doing homework) and she made sure there was food on the table every
night.
As
we grew up, she continued her never ending work as a housewife, always looking
out for us and taking care of my family’s needs. It was hard because she had to
look after 5 others and after we moved into our current HDB home we decided to
let the maid go, leaving my mother to do most of the housework.
She
never complained about sacrificing her time for us, or not being able to dance
after having us (she loved to dance since young). Only after we got older and
became more independent did she start going out to do things she loved. Her
dance classes became the usual every Saturday. We even watched her perform a
few times at the local community centre.
That was when it
happened.
In
year 2013, I just graduated from poly and was waiting for my NS call up. My parents
went for a routine body check-up, my dad went through it and came out without
any new problems. But my mother had to stay for a night and do a scope, it was
supposed to be just a day check-up. My dad came home and picked me up to go to
the hospital. We went to her temporary ward and she was smiling to us. We
talked like there was nothing wrong.
When
we got home, my dad told me that they found a lump in her stomach, it was about
the size of a fist. My mother had been diagnosed with stomach cancer. The thing about stomach cancer is that it
does not have glaring symptoms. Early symptoms include nausea, loss of appetite
and abdominal pain. Usually, and as in my mother’s case, the cancer is only
discovered well into the later stages when the symptoms become more serious
like vomiting.
Treatment
started immediately. The first option was surgery to remove most of the
stomach, but that was ruled out when we found out the cancer had spread to
other organs. So the next option was chemotherapy, which really hurts.
From
around April to August (which was my enlistment month into NS), my mother went
in and out of Singapore General Hospital so often that I know the hospital
layout quite well. As time went on, she spent more time at the hospital than
she did at home. She lost half of her weight, and her diet changed from solid
to liquid to nutrient packs injected directly into her bloodstream. It was horrible
to watch her go through so much pain. And even though she was going through a
lot of pain, she always hid it from us. She would smile at us whenever we
visited her at the hospital as if this cancer was just a little bit of stomach
discomfort. She would just close her eyes when the pain was too much, and turn
her head away so we wouldn’t worry. She fought hard, really hard. She fought
because the thought of leaving us on this world was more painful than the pain
from her cancer.
Then
came my time to enlist into NS. By that time, she was spending more than half
of her time in the hospital. My dad is self-employed so he spent of all his
time with her. When she was in the hospital, he never left her alone until it
was 2 hours past visiting hours to go home, just to go back to at 8am the next
morning. Since I was in NS, I could only visit her on weekends. At that time, I
hated NS so much because I wanted to be with my mother. But I figured I could
make her proud probably for the last time by getting in the Officer Cadet
School (OCS).
I
finally passed out from Basic Military Training in October, but my mother was
too weak to come and watch my parade. The rest of my family came and we took
some pictures. My dad later told me that when my mother saw my pictures she was
so proud. I had a one week break before I would find out where I was posted to
(OCS or not). I spent all of that one week with my mother. When I found out I made
it to OCS I was so happy, and I told my mother immediately. She smiled, but her
time was running out.
On
I went to OCS, where the tough training meant that I had very little time to
communicate with my family. I told my instructors about my situation and I gave
their phone numbers to my family so that I can be contacted whenever there was
an emergency. It was the fifth day, a Friday, in OCS when my instructor pulled
me out and asked me to get changed to book out. I ran all the way out from my
bunk to the gate of the camp, got into a cab and went to the hospital.
My
mother was so tired she could hardly open her eyes for more than a few minutes
before closing it again. We knew it was coming. Her vital signs dropped
dramatically and she was rushed into the ICU. There, she was hooked up to
multiple machines that were keeping her alive.
On
the 26 of October in the ICU, she drew her last breath and dropped a last tear.
Just like that, she was gone. Throughout her battle with cancer, she showed me
strength that I never knew she had. Whether her strength came from her love for
us or her own will to survive, it was incredible. My mother could fight a
battle she knew she was going to lose with such grit, and I learnt so much from
her.
After
a week of mourning, I decided that I would carry on my course at OCS to become
an officer. At every point during the training where I felt like giving up, I would
tell myself that my mother did not give up, and I must push on. After many
months of toiling, I commissioned, but I still felt empty because she couldn’t live
to see that day.
This is a very intimate and yet powerful reflection on your mother and the family tragedy that has taught you so much, Xue Yuan. You describe the events with the sort of precision that accompanies the acute awareness of time that these momentous life events hold for us. At the same time, you connect your mom's declining health with your feelings and the confusion you experienced being in NS at that time. What makes great impact is when you then explain how you have developed, how you have grown as a result of this experience.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing this with us.
Sup buddy,
ReplyDeleteYour post was very heartfelt! It was so well written like story. You strong boy! Be the man your mum always see you as! I'm sure shes so proud of you!
Takecare , study hard!
Cheers,
Nic
Hey Xue Yuan,
ReplyDeleteThose were tough times but you have made it through, way to go!
Your story captured my attention in such a way that enticed me to continue reading. With regards to your writing, I think some sentences may have felt conversational but it felt like I could follow your train of thoughts, so that was a good effort!
Hurrah,
Hui Wen
Hi Xue Yuan,
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing. You mum would have been so proud to see how far you have come. You are stronger than you were a couple of years backed. Continue to strive harder and make your whole family proud!
- yanyan
Siokxy, I'm proud of you.
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