Wednesday, March 22, 2006

A few weeks ago when I was home, having dimsum breakfast with Alvin, I checked my mailbox and found this email from the editor of
I forgot that months ago, I had submitted a story from my blog (well, from my digital diary which preceded my blog actually) for a short story contest about cancer (I did edit my reflections; you might be able to pick up a hint of personal conflict comparing the two). Never mind that being a US resident I didn't qualify for prizes. I just wanted to share that story.
Anyway, that email was a pleasant surprise, for apparently, some people thought my story was pretty good, and scored pretty high marks. And though I didn't win anything, they still put my story on their website (it was easy for me to be nonchalant about the prize; I didn't know then that prizes included iPods and other toys >_<).
Though that event was from early on in my career (I was on oncology; must have been May 2003), I remember the events pretty vividly. I can still picture which room on the 4th floor the patient stayed in. I remember the discussion I had with her parents. And the picture of her son her mother showed me. I remember them well.
By the way, if someone decides to award me with a prize, it's still not too late, you know.... (I'll take a black iPod please)


Anonymous coolcat said...

Yea, I remember that entry. Nearly cried when I read it - the original and unedited version. It was so touching.

6:44 PM  
Blogger WMD: Wife, Mother, Daughter said...

Tks for sharing the story and the link to the other stories. Very inspirational and moving.

7:44 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Inspirational - the story of life and humanity. Your observations on the dead is interesting.

7:29 PM  
Anonymous anastasia said...

It's so touching. I really loved your original post too. U do deserve a prize not only for the story but for being such a supportive doctor for them. (nope, no iPods from me =P)

11:08 AM  
Blogger Lydia Teh said...

That's a wonderful story, so poignant... All doctors should be like you. Sometimes I wonder if experience hardens a doctor and makes them less sensitive to the emotional needs of patients and their loved ones. Don't ever lose your empathy. BTW I've just posted an entry in my new blog on your query about how did my mum's angio go. Thanks for asking.

11:39 AM  

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