![]() But I guess I live in hope - as my oncologist did tell me, there is also a chance I will never get cancer again. If my doctor told me, like Angelina Jolie, I had an 87% chance of getting cancer, there is a chance I might feel differently. Unlike me, she wouldn’t have to sacrifice her nipples. Getting rid of her breast tissue before cancer has a chance to form ensures that she maintains the beauty of both breasts. She’s had her babies and probably isn’t thinking of birthing anymore, so not having to breastfeed, she can safely jettison her breast tissue.Ģ. ![]() I can absolutely understand what must have gone through her mind:ġ. Do I share Angelina’s fear that my children have to suffer the agony of seeing me die of cancer? I most certainly dread the thought. My mother never lived long enough to meet my youngest child. ![]() My mother battled breast cancer for 13 years, just as her mother battled ovarian cancer for eight. My belief is this: God has not given me a spirit of fear, but power, love and a sound mind.Ĭan I understand what Angelina Jolie went through? Yes. In fact, I felt that was she was doing was really taking action out of fear. The reporter asked me if, like some other breast cancer survivors, I thought Angelina was brave. I spoke honestly, and said I felt it was too drastic a move to make, to get rid of all of one’s breast tissue in the off chance that one might get breast cancer. Somwhat ironic now to think that the costumer for Tomb Raider gave Angelina Jolie boosted boobs for the first Tomb Raider movie.īut TNP quickly brought me up to speed, and asked me what I thought. I love holidays because it’s usually when I really get to know a little bit more about what makes each of my kids tick. Maybe it’s felt like a “stolen week” when we could all be together as a family, no stress, no hovering exams, no work, no list of things to buy, no big agenda, just enjoying each other and taking things easy. Maybe it’s the fact it felt so serendipitous. We had visited just two years ago in 2011, but somehow, this time it was just that much more fun. The week in Melbourne was one of the best holidays we had ever taken. So I asked for some laxatives, went home, took them, and was much better by the time it came to board that plane. The A&E doctor worried that I was having a relapse of cancer - okay, that sort of freaked me out - but the blood test came back clear, and so did the Xrays. Honestly, I thought all I had was extreme constipation and all I needed was an enema so I could go to the toilet and let everyone get back to bed. I was then put on a drip for an hour and sat in A&E watching my poor exhausted husband drift in and out of sleep. He suspected gallstones because the pain was located in my right rib cage), so I was packed off to SGH A&E department, whereupon hearing I was a cancer survivor, the lovely young doctor took my blood and sent me for three X-rays. So bad I went to see the Raffles Medical GP at the 24-hour clinic at Changi Airport. ( A dramatic aside: As life often goes, a few days before our trip, I suffered extreme abdominal pains. Breaking the news to her was the fun part - watching her eyes go wide and her mouth fall open and actually rendering my noisy girl speechless… PRICELESS. Finally on the day of Middle B’s final paper, I picked her up from school and we went to watch The Mortal Instruments and have lunch at Jamie’s Italian. ![]() Big B was let in on the secret early on, and proved himself an excellent promise-keeper. Keeping the trip and the show a secret from Middle B was an operation. I managed to bid for and win 8th row tickets to the 16 Oct show - expensive but not much more than the Justin Bieber Singapore concert tickets were, and those had been terrible seats (and a weak gig, sorry, Beliebers). Melbourne was perfect: 1D were playing on 16 and 17 Oct, and I could visit my brother, my sister-in-law and my baby niece all at a go! Plus, it was PSLE marking week (14-18 Oct) so Little B could come without too much ado (even though she had one more holistic assessment paper left to do when she returned to Singapore). “Want to run the Melbourne Marathon 10K? It’s on 13 October.”ĭING-DING-DING! That decided it! From a Mommy-and-Middle B adventure this had suddenly turned into a family trip. Just as I was searching for scalper tickets on eBay (tickets to the show sold out 10 minutes after counters opened! So scalper or reseller tickets were all that’s available), my husband asked the fatal question. There was no sign of them coming to Singapore in the near future, so then, where in the world could we go and watch 1D? Australia seemed the best place. Seeing what a big One Direction fan she is, it seemed a real treat if I could bring her to watch them in concert. So, since June I had been considering various options. Big B and Middle B catching the breeze in St Kilda Park
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