My cancer story (part 3): Moving to Ohio

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Moving to Ohio

Amidst all this craziness for a year, my family got military orders to move to Heath, Ohio on a short notice by June 2008. With the move to Ohio, I was hoping a new doctor would help me solve this mystery.

My body seemed to get better and worse in cycles. There were days that I had to be grounded, by myself, if I did not want to make a scene. There were continued heavy bleeding and large blood clots every now and then. My womb was like a separate piece of organ from my body, not subject to my control. I had no idea when it would tell me it was ok for me to go out. Whenever I did venture out of the motel room, I was anxious and hoping I would not cause a scene, which ended up happening a few times anyway. The additional stress caused by the move, a new environment and staying at a motel with the dog until we could find a permanent home was making things worse.

Heath Ohio, blue Chihuahua

Dogs or any pets are like family members. We had a blue Chihuahua at that time, so she moved with us. We were staying at Econo Lodge, a one-storey motel that had a shoebox room with two beds, a dingy bathroom and a small microwave. There were no hotels that were pet-friendly and staying in that motel was pretty much our only choice. We ended up staying there for months, another story that I don’t want to tell here.

It was probably the lowest point of my life in the U.S.

 

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My cancer story (part 2): Investigating the monster

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Investigating the Monster

“I need an appointment this morning please, urgently. I had some er, odd bleeding last night on the plane,” I called the base doctor first thing in the morning. I was living on Holloman Air Force Base in Alamogordo, New Mexico at that time.

Sideview of F-117 Nighthawk, Holloman AFB

Sideview of F-117 Nighthawk

Since that day, different doctors and nurses had been talking to me, over many visits, but I did not think anyone really knew what was going on.

“Maybe it was stress. It was a long trip and sometimes irregular bleeding may happen with women. Just keep an eye on it.”

“Maybe you were pregnant and were not aware of it. Let’s do a blood test.”

“Maybe an ultrasound can tell what’s going on.”

“Let’s try taking birth control pills for three months. This may help balance your hormones.”

Nothing worked. Maybe they were all just Dr. House and his crazy team.

 

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My cancer story (part 1): The scare begins

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The scariest thing in life may not necessarily be a huge monster with sharp teeth, roaring voice and prickly spine. It may just be something that you do not even see or feel, but powerful enough to claim your life.

This is a true story.

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The Scare Begins

I was on a plane from Hong Kong to El Paso, Texas in November 2007. Traveling on a long distance flight is a test of one’s patience and endurance. Sitting in a tiny seat next to a crying baby for over 15 hours and being fed with tiny boxed meals made me wonder why everything is tiny on a plane when Americans have huge homes, huge cars and huge restaurant meals.

El Paso, Texas map

A few hours before landing, the baby and his parents finally gave me some peace. I was trying to get some rest when something in my body interrupted me. There was an awkward silence within me because I felt that I was bleeding, but I knew I could not be.

I clumsily unbuckled my safety belt, got up on my feeble feet and pushed my way through to the bathroom. It was not a pretty sight. Huge blood clots were coming out of my body. I wanted to scream but I could not. Lacking options, I grabbed whatever I could to help prevent the bleeding from making a scene.

The time on my watch seemed to have been tampered with. Those few hours before landing were torturously long. I was secretly praying that I would not die on an economy seat.

 

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