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MOM'S FIRST CHEMOTHERAPY
Just like yesterday, my second day in Singapore is emotional thinking about my mom’s chemotherapy. I hold on to Maddox’s reminder to think positive and trust the doctors who will handle mom. Maddox was right though, as a daughter I should be the one thinking about all the positive outcomes that might happen.
Along with Candace and Lucy, we head to Mount Elizabeth Hospital for mom’s chemotherapy. The hospital is one of the best in Singapore. High-end medical equipment, fine interior, and most of all a team of qualified and experienced specialists. My worries escalate arriving at the hospital but I remind myself of what Maddox told me so I’m a little bit calm.
The doctors give us final instructions and how to take care of my mom while the dietician recommended a specific diet for mom while recovering. Having Can
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