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This week, Mum would have turned 73 years old. We commemorated her birthday with a family dinner in remembrance of her.

I interviewed Dad on his and Mum’s story for his book My Life, My Stories, which I recently published for Dad’s birthday two weeks back. The interview on Mum was the hardest, yet most precious for him, as we recorded memories and gems of their dating life and marriage of 52 years.

This is an extract:

“My favourite memory of Joyce:

Joyce and I often went to Satay Club in our younger years. On one occasion, we were both seated on a stone bench at the Esplanade looking out towards the sea where Marina Bay is now. This was a few months into dating, and Joyce took my hand and suddenly popped a question to me. She asked if I would ever leave her. I said, “No, I will never leave you.”

I had two other favourite memories:

  • The first was when I took Joyce for a very formal police annual dinner at Hyatt Hotel. This was after we were married. Jack was already born but Emily was not. Joyce was dressed in a long gown and wore a wig. She looked so elegant and I felt very proud to show her off.

  • The second was an incident that happened during my dating days with Joyce. A former girlfriend Veronica turned up at a Victoria Memorial Hall party which we are at. I had stopped dating Veronica by then, but she showed up there to scold me anyway. Joyce out-shouted her and fended her off.

Other fond memories:

  • Joyce cared more for my health than her own. It was always that way. She did not take care of her own health.
  • Joyce always gave her best and bought the best things for our family (for our children and grandchildren) – medical treatment, milk powder etc. It never occurred to her that giving more to us meant spending less for herself.
  • Joyce was generous by nature. She supported my first brother’s eldest son through his university education and made me give my eldest sister’s son Ah Dan $1,000 to pay for his wedding, which was a lot back then (about 30 years ago). She also helped her brother James and paid for his maid to take care of their mother during the times that she stayed there.
  • Joyce was very hot-tempered by nature. But after each flare-up, she would make it up to me by buying things for me and I always had to hold her back from buying too much.
  • Joyce was very trusting, and she liked to help people. She never expected favours, rewards or anything back in return. I was always concerned that she would be taken advantage of. She was generous towards others and not extravagant in lifestyle. She was happiest when designing her own clothes. I followed her to many tailors through the years, from the first one in Jalan Bukit Ho Swee to the present tailor Mdm Leong at West Coast Road.”

Happy Birthday, Mum! As Caleb would say, Mama is having Heavenly laksa and Heavenly nasi lemak – which are all healthy in Heaven.

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On this Day,

I remember:

Your devotion to the household

Your scramble to 3 wet markets on Saturday mornings at 5am

Your supermarket jaunts to stock up the fridge till overflowing

Sheng Siong, Fairprice, Cold Storage, Giant

You slayed them all

with your buying hand

I can only manage 1 wet market

and 5.45am earliest

My weekly grocery trips are no conquests

But trolley by trolley, I’m getting there.

Remembering you on your Heavenly Mother’s Day, where there is no pain and no sorrow, and peace and abundance overflows the pearly gates

Mum & me, when I was three?

“Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;
    but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
  Honour her for all that her hands have done,
    and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.” – Proverbs 31:30-31

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It’s been full-on the past two months, but I have to pause to thank God this Friday, for many reasons:

  1. Thank God for our Healthcare Workers & Clean Breast

I’ve been in and out of hospital the past two months, accompanying a loved one for medical appointments and all. I thank God for all the amazing doctors and nurses who have rendered much assistance and assurances along the way.

Amidst all this, I forgot my own medical review with my cancer surgeon, which I went for today. My beautiful surgeon told me that she’s pleased that I have a very clean breast, and did I realise that I’ve just crossed the 5-year window on remission?

I told dearest Esther we had a take a photo today to mark the crossing of this 5-year window.

I also had to take a photo with dearest Jamie three weeks back to mark the moment when she dropped by the hospital waiting area to pray with me and keep me company when I was accompanying a loved one to hospital.

2.  Thank God for Bosom Buddies

I’ve been gradually catching up with friends over the past few months, from birthday celebrations to small catch-ups with friends I’ve known for over 30 years and more. With the pandemic going on and fewer catch-ups the past year, each gathering has been precious and a reminder that relationships are best strengthened when you can see each other.

3. Thank God for Book Buddies

I’ve had the joy of seeing two books launched over the past two months. Given the current climate, the launches have all been done through social media. But the meet-ups with dear, dear friends and book buddies, and with my publisher and illustrator still works best face-to-face.

Had laughter therapy this morning with Hwee and Arlene, the biggest cheerleaders for my books.

And last week, I went to my new publisher’s office for the first time since we started working together 3rd quarter of last year!

I will give thanks to you, LORD, with all my heart; I will tell of all your wonderful deeds. – Psalm 9:1

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At the beginning of this year, I noticed a book on my shelf which a friend had gifted me. It was titled Attentive to God- Being Aware of God’s Presence in Daily Life by Tony Horsfall. Clearly, I had not been attentive since that book has been lying on my shelf for perhaps a year now?

I decided to read the book as I felt it would be a good way to start the New Year, given my severe attention deficit issues last year.

Last Monday morning, I reached Chapter 8, which was about Moses turning aside to encounter God when he stopped to take a look at a burning bush. In regard to this, the author said,

“I like to think of God as the great Attention Grabber. He loves to break into our self-contained little worlds and remind us that He is there, awakening us to his nearness and prodding us into the consciousness of His reality. He does this in a number of ways, often taking us by surprise and catching our attention with something unusual, that we didn’t expect, like the burning bush…Often these events happen as something unusual, perhaps a surprising coincidence or an incredibly timely meeting, and often with a touch of humour too.”


That afternoon, I picked Caleb from school and we headed to Clementi Mall to borrow books from the public library. After picking out the books, I herded him towards the Borrowing Station.  I checked-out 30 books, turned around to find that Caleb wasn’t with me.

I retraced my steps and found him peeking over the shoulder of a boy, seated on a chair, playing the Brawl Stars game on his iPad.

I walked right up to them and said, “Caleb, let’s go.”

The boy’s mother looked up, leapt up and stood in front of me. “Hi, it’s me.”

I was taken aback. “Didn’t we bump into each other this time last year in this same mall?”

Melissa was a mum who first emailed me three years ago after she bought my books for her son. She had connected with my stories and wrote to me to share her own story and encourage me. Shortly after, her family moved overseas.

Back in 2016, when I was undergoing chemotherapy, she emailed me a devotional which she felt was for me. When I read it that evening, I had goosebumps. It had the same two verses that I had read that morning, expounding on the exact issue that I was grappling with.

Last year, on the week before Chinese New Year, Caleb and I were at Fairprice Finest in Clementi Mall, picking up last minute goodies for the Chinese New Year. In that crowded supermarket, Melissa walked right up to me (for the first time we ever met) and asked, “Are you Emily, the author?”

She had heard Caleb and me talking, turned aside and recognized us from my blog posts. We time-marked that moment with a photo.

Melissa SJCK

Last week, we had our second divine appointment. It was again in Clementi Mall. One week before Chinese New Year. And she had turned and looked when she heard me and Caleb talking. Caleb had ‘led’ me to her in the crowded library. She told me that they were flying back to Australia the next day.

We time-marked this second divine appointment with another photo.

It was the most improbable of encounters. Two consecutive years in a row. In the same mall.

God, the great Attention Grabber had broken into my ordinary day, reminding me that He is there, awakening me to his nearness and prodding me into the consciousness of His reality.

I went home and journaled: God, you got my attention. What is the purpose of this surprising co-incidence, or God-incidence?

Over the next day, I was reminded of the things that God had impressed on my heart through my divine connection with Melissa three years ago, the bible verses I was pointed to and now reminded to ponder on.

Related Links:

God Knows Leh #27- A Pain in the Abdomen & 7 times of Psalms 23:6

God Knows Leh #29- Black Friday met Good through the shadow of Death

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Today is TGIFFFF- Thank God for Favour, Family & Friends Friday:


  1. Fab Family

I thank God for my family’s pillars of support through this journey.

On the week before my chemo, I had planned to shave my head alone and spend the rest of the day crying at home.

But Ben had another plan. He and Caleb stayed with my through the shave. I only teared for 1 minute because my little one next to me made me laugh. He pulled a chair next to me and drew an airplane which dripped pee from its plane toilets onto the heads of bad guys below. How do you cry amidst such absurdity?


Post-shave, sporting my new K-Pop star look

Then my parents and brother’s family showed up unexpectedly to wait for me to finish my shave and wig-fitting.

So that was the end of my grand crying plan.




2. Kick-butt friends

On the morning of my 1st chemo and post-op treatment, I woke to whatsapp messages from several friends who remembered and told me they were praying for me.

My very dear friend Arlene sent me a whole series of booster messages throughout my 5-hour treatment. And this was from Australia where she is visiting family.

She tagged them as #watchemilybeatcancer.

My girlfriend Gail came over to watch Caleb all of this Monday afternoon as he was home sick in the week where my immunity is supposed to be at its lowest.

And she has re-arranged her schedule to do so every Monday. She has four kids and she is carving out time to watch mine. I’m so overwhelmed by her love and friendship. (Gail, thanks for being the bestest friend ever :)).


3. For my 1st cycle of chemo and anti-breast cancer drugs treatment, I had 4 drugs intravenously injected into my arm in slow drip over 5 hours:

Taxotere + Carboplatin (chemo drugs) + Herceptin + Pertuzumab (breast cancer drugs)

(Who on earth comes up with these unspellable names?)

Because I responded well, the nurse told me that I could have a light lunch one hour into the first drug.

So I ate a packet of chicken rice.

When my oncologist came round to see how I was faring, I told him that I just finished Herceptin (the 1st anti-HER-2 drug) and chicken rice.

His jaw dropped. In a good way.


1 day post-chemo, headed to clinic for my 1st booster jab


4. Prior to this, I checked up with 4 breast cancer survivors and was told a loss of appetite and depleted energy are huge side effects of chemo, amongst a few others.

Thanks to everyone’s prayers and God’s medicine (3 doses of Bible a day), I’ve had very little side effects in week 1. I have also continued eating like a horse and been able to taste and enjoy my food.

And I was so energized creatively this week that I have started working on a new picture book manuscript for the first time since my diagnosis 7 weeks back. Which perked me up even more.

5. Yesterday was the Singapore Michelin Guide Launch and Awards Dinner. Ben had bought a table months back. We decided to invite the team of doctors who have attended to me as our appreciation for taking care of me beyond their call of duty. (On top of doctoring me, my poor doctors have to take questions from me about God, life and healing!)

I wasn’t sure if I would make it to dinner since I had just started chemotherapy.

So yesterday, on day 7 post-chemo, my Onco saw me for my blood count. My white blood cells count and immunity registered an all-time high from the preceding 5-days of booster jabs. So, it was two thumbs up for yesterday evening’s dinner. And then, Onco saw me at dinner a few hours later!

So, I got ready for my 1st outing in 7 weeks that didn’t involve seeing doctors.

Pre-Michelin Dinner

Oh…that’s technically incorrect.

My outing did involve my doctors. We had a table of my oncologists, plastic surgeon, breast surgeon, and we invited my eye surgeon friend.  So, all round, I was in very good hands all evening.


With my beautiful surgeon friends


My dream team of doctors who look like they just stepped out from Grey’s Anatomy and E.R… except these lookers are for real. Step aside, Mc Dreamy.



Attending the Oscars of Dining Awards



I’m so thankful for God’s Favour, Family and so many awesomely kick-butt Friends (including my amazing doctors) who are supporting me through this journey.

I continue to pray for completion and restoration through it all.

Psalm 69:30: I will praise the name of God with song and magnify Him with thanksgiving.

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I had a prompting to do a breast self-check in the shower some weeks back. A voice (not audible but clear enough) told me to do so. I checked and immediately found a hard pebble-like lump in my left breast. I stepped out of the shower and scheduled a full health screening. 

The first mammogram proved inconclusive so I was referred to a specialist centre for a spot mammogram and ultrasound. The results showed two suspicious lumps.

I was participating in the Asian Festival of Children’s Content (AFCC) for the entire week. If I was getting bad news, I didn’t want to know yet. I fixed my appointment for the day immediately after the festival.

On the 1st day of AFCC, I attended a session on Complex Issues in Children’s Books by Harry Potter editor Sarah Odedina. She spoke at length about No Matter What, a bestselling picture book about a parent’s unconditional love towards a child no matter what naughty things the child did. Although she touched on other picture books, this book had major airtime so I remembered it well.

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On the 2nd day of AFCC, after I parked my car, I suddenly felt like reading an e-devotional in the car. Highly unusual because I don’t read devotionals in the morning, let alone in my car. Actually I was hardly reading the e-devotionals and was planning to unsubscribe them because they were clogging my inbox.

When I saw the title of the daily e-devotional delivered to iPhone’s my Yahoo inbox – No Matter What – I gasped. It was about sickness.

NoMatterWhat2 Devotional.png

“No Matter What” were not words that I wanted to hear leading up to my appointment with the breast specialist. No Matter What didn’t spell a best case scenario. I shut it out of my mind and enjoyed the rest of AFCC without giving further thought to this. 


On Monday, my breast specialist looked at the scans and performed a biopsy on me. I would get the report and diagnosis on Wednesday.

On Tuesday night, before my diagnosis, I became anxious. I picked up my autographed copy of A Clean Breast by breast cancer overcomer Theresa Tan. We knew each other through writing circles. I read about her experience with breast cancer for the second time (since her book launch). I wondered if I should get in touch with her.

As I pondered that and toggled with my Facebook page, I noticed that she had just posted a comment to me right at that moment on my splashy AFCC book launch. I private-messaged her about the two lumps in my left breast. She was concerned and asked me to keep her posted.

I flipped through a few more pages of Theresa’s book and got to the chapter where she was struggling with what to pray after receiving her breast cancer diagnosis. Then, her last two paragraphs in that chapter stopped me in my tracks.


A Clean Breast by Theresa Tan (Pg 67 extract)


 “…I knew for sure my cancer didn’t come from God – He is life, not death. I might not have understood why God was allowing this to happen, but I understood He has a plan for me. Faith isn’t just words, but putting words into action.

That night broke the spiritual dry spell. I felt God’s presence all around me from that moment on, and I knew that no matter what, He was never going to leave me or forsake me, ever. He would be with me through this.”

My 3rd “No matter what”. 

My heart sank. I knew my diagnosis was not going to be good the next day. 


When Ben and I walked into my breast specialist’s room the next day, her first words to me were “I have not-so-good news. You have breast cancer. It’s stage 2 and it looks aggressive but localized to your left breast.”

She went on to tell me that I had two lumps and a bigger pre-cancerous mass all round it. She had hoped to save my breast but it looked like there was no option. She had to do a mastectomy. But prior to that, I would need to do a pet scan and MRI whilst she would get the grading of the tumours done so they could advocate a more complete assessment of my body.

The word “cancer” spoken out loud pierced through my left breast straight into my heart. Me? Cancer? I have no family history of cancer. It was the last thing I expected 

Yet I was strangely relieved. I did not have to choose between a lumpectomy (cutting only the diseased part of the breast) with radiation or a mastectomy. After all, how do you decide between a rock and a hard place?

When we got home, I told Ben that I wanted to send Caleb to his Taekwando class instead of my parents doing it for that day. I wanted to spend time with my 5-year old as much as possible before the operation. In the car, I opened up my iPhone and saw the title of the day’s e-devotional. I burst out laughing.

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My 4th No Matter What.


In the days leading up to the surgery, I received more No Matter Whats. The Big Man living on the Highest Floor knows I have a hearing problem and that I needed to know beyond a doubt that these were divine messages from Pearly Gates Mansion.

Ben and I threw an impromptu prayer party on the night before my surgery. It grew so big that we had to stop inviting more friends.

Just before it started, my 11-year old niece Isabelle (with no knowledge of my No Matter Whats) Whatsapp me a picture image with an encouraging bible verse. It said this:


My 5th No Matter What.

At my prayer party, I wanted to say a few words just to thank everyone for coming and let them know my update on my surgery the next day. As I stood there looking at a full house of expectant faces, I was mixed about whether to share my No Matter What story. I felt prompted to do so. So I did.

When I finished, our volunteer worship leader Joseph Chean spoke in a very calm voice. “I have a No Matter What song for you. But in this song, you are the one saying it to God.”

We looked down at the last song in the song sheet he had prepared for us (and was handed to me only at the prayer party).


Our friends thought Joseph had themed the song to go with my story. But he was hearing my story for the first time that evening. And I was looking at his songsheet for the first time.

My 6th No Matter What. With 5 No Matter Whats in one song chorus.

For the first time since my prayer party started more that an hour ago, I lose composure and broke down in tears.


On the morning of my surgery, I received one WhatsApp message from my friend Shinta, who was in a different circle from my Prayer Party friends. Oblivious to my unfolding No Matter What story.

Her pictogram message said:


My 7th No Matter What message.

In the bible, 7 is a number of completeness and perfection (both physical and spiritual). 

And so it was for me. I was completely and perfectly ready for my operation that evening, well-reminded that God would see me through this and give me victory.







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I hate the idea of chemo. 

When I was first diagnosed with breast cancer last month, my breast surgeon told me that there was a good chance that I would not need chemo. The biopsy had shown that the mutated/breast cancer cells (known as Her-2) were Her-2 negative. In this case, I may have an option for other types of treatment drugs.

Following the surgery, a more detailed laboratory test was run on the tumour in the removed left breast. It turned out equivocal – neither Her-2 positive or negative. My doctors could not proceed with a treatment plan. The good news is that my lymph nodes are confirmed all-clear through the lab test. But they would need the FISH test to get a confirmation if I was Her-2 positive or negative. 

“Can I pray that the results will be such that I won’t need chemo?” I asked my surgeon from my hospital bed.

“Pray for conclusive results so we know how to move forward on treatment.”

I ignored her and prayed for what I wanted.

Two Mondays back, the FISH results came back conclusively Her-2 positive. Not what I wanted to hear.

“Why such a variation of results?” I asked.

My surgeon explained that breast cancer cells are not homogenous and can vary across the breast.

My initial biopsy took out a small sample of  cells and confirmed the breast cancer.

The frozen section taken during my surgery analyzed a bigger section and found the Her-2 neither positive or negative. Which then required further testing.

The FISH test, developed in recent years, provided the most conclusive results on whether the breast cancer is Her-2 positive or negative, because it took the “worse” part of the tumour for analysis. 

Both my doctors unanimously agreed, that given my Her-2 positive results, my post-op treatment had to include chemotherapy. It would serve as preventive treatment to eradicate any remaining traces of cancer in my body. 

I spent that night in tears after I tucked my 5-year old into bed. 

Of so many questions to ask, one was at the tip of my tongue. “Will I lose my hair?”  

“It will grow back,” my oncologist told me.

“There are very fashionable wigs these days,” my breast surgeon told me.

I guess my root issue on hair (I can’t help it…pun intended) for me was the feeling of baldness, nakedness and vulnerability. 

No one on the street would know I lost a breast if I didn’t tell them or flash them (not that I actually plan to do this).

But there was no escaping the label of “cancer patient” once I had a bald head. 

Last Thursday, after a really long consultation with my oncologist, Ben and I talked at length and also how we would also manage my 5-year old’s emotional response.

I didn’t want to sit around waiting for clumps of hair to fall out. It would depress me and scare Caleb, who has already been through a rough month with my surgery and time away from him. 

So, we’ve decided to face it head on.

I’ve ordered 6 funky surgeon caps from US medical online store www.scrubs.com. 

Better to look like a surgeon than a patient.

I was inspired by a photo of my beautiful breast surgeon A* featured in a news article wearing one. (I call her A* here because she has been a guiding star to me. She also looks like one of those stars in the TV hit series Grey’s Anatomy, except she has real surgeon brains and hands.)

In the wig department, I was going to be plain boring and just find something exactly the same as my current hairstyle.

My girlfriends all thought I should be more adventurous and try different hairstyles over the months ahead. 

And so, I’ve decided to go with my bosom buddies’ advice and ham this up a bit.

I’ve bought a customized medical wig from the Jullia Olger counter located inside Isetan Scotts. It comes with an unlimited service where I can restyle and reshape my new hair anytime I want. So I’ll start from a shoulder length wig, and have that cropped eventually to pixie short in the months ahead.

Since hair loss is a foregone conclusion for these type of chemotherapy drugs, I shaved my head today. I thought I may as well cry over losing hair upfront and get that over and done with before my treatment starts this Thursday. Then, I can focus on getting well and look ahead to my future. (Surprisingly enough, I teared up all of one minute during the shaving and that has been it.)

Friends who have encountered chemotherapy directly or through their loved ones have given me coping tips during this parched period.

All that is left now as I get ready for my 18-weeks wilderness journey – is preparing my mind and my spirit.

A friend just taken me through some techniques in meditation.

Ben’s friend also just passed me the book 30 Meditations on Healing by Marilyn Hickey and Sarah Bowling -. In the book, Rick Warren, who wrote The Purpose-Driven Life, was quoted as having suggested this – “If you know how to worry, then you already know how to meditate.”

Meditation focuses on God and His Word. God’s Word uplifts and heals us whereas worry just drags us down.

Theresa Tan, breast cancer overcomer and now someone dear to me, pointed me to the bible verse Isaiah 41:10 just before my surgery. Another friend’s two kids, coincidentally, gave me this exact same verse in cards they wrote for me the night before my surgery.

Isaiah 41:10

Do not fear, I am with you

Do not be dismayed, I am your God

I will strengthen you and help you

I will uphold you with my righteous right hand

Isaiah 41:10 was the verse I recited as I was wheeled into the operating theatre last month. It was the same verse that I recited when I woke from my general anesthesia. 

(On a side note, the nurses also reminded me that I said, “How’s my boob? I’ve done an Angelina Jolie.” This part was clearly the G.A. talking.)

The day after my surgery, Elain, my first girlfriend to visit, coincidentally, had the same verse for me.

That afternoon, Arlene was my 2nd friend to visit. We shared our Isaiah 41:10 coincidences with her.

As we concluded our story, Arlene noticed Ben was wearing a tee shirt which had a clever spoof of Star Wars. She wanted to take a photo of it. As she did, we only then noticed what the bible verse in the smallest print and last line of the tee shirt was – Isaiah 41:10. It was a goosebumps moment.

Never Fly Solo

God is in both the big and small details. And in case I missed it, I received several God-incidences (not mere coincidences) of His word to me.

I prayed for cancer to miraculously disappear. It didn’t. I had to go through mastectomy and reconstruction surgery. But God shielded me from fear and I came out of surgery with no post-operation physical pain. 

I didn’t want to drink the chemo cup, so I prayed for it to be taken from me. It hasn’t. But I’m going to keep on praying for what is now before me.

As I proceed with this next stage, I will continue to pray for all things since all things are possible with God. 

-That the chemo will effectively remove all remaining traces of cancer cells, if any

-That I will have no side effects or other untoward effects from chemo and my other treatments. 

-That I will experience God’s strength, joy and peace daily.

And I will hold on to the promises in Isaiah 41:10 which saw me through my surgery with little fear and no post-surgery physical pain. 

Related Links:

God Knows Leh #1 – I’m living my life above breast cancer

Theresa Tan’s blog – A Clean Breast


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A few weeks ago, in June, my life came to a pause.

I was diagnosed with breast cancer.

I thank God that it was detected early. Whilst in the shower, I sensed a voice prompting me to do a breast self-examination. It wasn’t an audible voice but it was clear enough.

I listened to that prompting and found a small hard lump in my left breast. (I go for annual/biannual full health screenings but don’t do breast self-examinations.)

I finished my shower and immediately arranged an appointment for a mammogram and full health screening.

After a biopsy, PET scan and MRI, it was confirmed that the cancer was localized to my left breast. But there was no saving my left breast – it was diseased – and removing it was the only option. I said goodbye to my breast friend readily. Because I choose life.

I underwent a mastectomy and reconstruction surgery. Yep, I did half-an-Angelina-Jolie.

I thank God that His hand was sentinel over my sentinel nodes, which are found to be all clear.


When I came down with a rare voice disorder Spasmodic Dysphonia over 17 years ago, in 1998, I put my head down and was afraid to talk to most people. Fear, Worry and Despair moved into my life and overstayed their welcome. I thought my life, as I knew it, was over.

In 2007, someone pointed me to John 10:10 of the Bible which became my life verse:

“Jesus said: the thief comes to steal, to kill and destroy; I have come so they may have life and have it to the full.”

2007 became my breakthrough year:

I found my faith in God.

I started recovering my voice.

I wrote my first children’s book Prince Bear & Pauper Bear. This year marks 10 years of my writing journey.


My doctor will now start me on follow-on post-operation treatment, as a preventive measure, to eradicate any remaining traces of cancer cells.

It’s not been easy riding out these rough waters. But this time, I choose not to ride alone or bury my head under my pillow. I spent most of 10 years of my life doing that already.

Instead, I’m looking up to God and around to my loved ones right from the start.

I will live my life to the fullest because God’s Word says so.

John 1010


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