Cancer has taken another of my grandparent away from all of us. My grandfathers both died of lung cancer and I wasn’t old enough to remember them at all.
She turned Christian a few months ago and while it doesn’t seem like a long time, I could tell she let the Lord in with an open heart. I remember her asking for prayers even though she probably didn’t understand a single word as she speaks Cantonese primarily. Yet she asks for one before the night is over, like a child asking for a milk bottle just before bed. She had problems walking for the past 10 years and it is my guess that cancer had found their way into her bones from their primary site. By the time it was discovered (and only because she had a fall and fractured her hip and hence it was diagnosed then) it was in terminal stage and it had already spread. While there was little the doctors could do, we focussed on making her last days as comfortable as possible without the need for further investigative procedures to chart the progress. All we wanted was for her to get past CNY. As a matter of fact, we did not tell her of her real condition even though she asked why she seems to be recovering so slowly as it was just a fall. It was in her dying moments that the truth was told to her in the hope that she will now be able to let go. Yes my mom rushed over and was with her when she passed on in her home.
I was present for much of the wake. Of the 2 gramdmothers that I have, she isn’t the one that I am closer to. Yet it doesn’t make a difference cause I did whatever I could not just for her but for the entire family. Over the period of time I was also reminded how all my uncles and aunts (including my mom) had a streak of stubborness. Stubborness that led to a few incidents here and there during the wake. My friends will never believe me when I say this but it is true, my own streak of stubborness (whether it is inherited or not) pales in comparison to a lot of them. The eldest is my uncle Jason who’s 66. Honestly, I do not believe anyone could tell. The youngest is uncle Maurice and all in all my grandmother must have had 8 or so children, of which one of them has since passed away some 9 years ago. Aunt Helen was a nurse all her life and lived simply and healthily. She had stomach cancer and was in remission but put off routine checkups due to SARs where T TSH closed their doors to non critical consultations at its specialist clinics. She went only because she got very sick for some reason and it was found that the cancer had returned, with a vengence. She died in hospital some 2 weeks after admission. Yet it is from her that I was put through university. It is something that I will always be very grateful for.
I’d like to share a song that I really like, sung by a singer that I adore, yet I don’t hear it often for each time I do it implies that there has been a passing on. Amazing Grace – written by John Newton and speaks of redemption and that despite all the sins one has committed in the past, there is forgiveness. Like lost sheep, wandering around blind,it is by grace that will lead us home.
I like it, and I am certain my grandmother will too. She’s a fiesty lady, all 91 years of her. She’s free from pain now and I’m comforted by that. For her, I will mourn.
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me….
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now, I see.
T’was Grace that taught…
my heart to fear.
And Grace, my fears relieved.
How precious did that Grace appear…
the hour I first believed.
Through many dangers, toils and snares…
we have already come.
T’was Grace that brought us safe thus far…
and Grace will lead us home.
When we’ve been here ten thousand years…
bright shining as the sun.
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise…
then when we’ve first begun.
















