Please, wish my sister all the luck in the world to survive her disease. She suffers from breastcancer stage 4 and found it out just weeks ago. And I am now on my way to Indonesia to support and comfort her the best I can.
I am writing this post in Abu Dhabi International Airport now while waiting for my connection flight to Jakarta. I just can’t help this feeling I have been having after I heard the news, gutted. Why her, why wasn’t it discovered in earlier stage and why our family again.
This is one of the nightmares I have being an immigrant living abroad. When their loved ones are sick or passed away, they need to get home.
All I want to do is to make fondly memories of her while I am there the next two weeks. I need to hold her hand when she is in pain. I want to take care of her when she throws up. And I will cook for her when her appetite is there. I refuse to think this would be the last time I would see her alive. Please wish her all the luck in the world during her battle against this yet incurable disease. Thank you.
Update 14 July 2013
I arrived in Jakarta safely. My sister is doing fine under such circumstances she is in. She has bad and good moments. It feels good to be here. I didn’t expect the pouring support I received from my friends here on the blogosphere, on Twitter and any other social media accounts I maintain. From the bottom of my heart I offer you my genuine and deep thanks.