Rising

By Jackie Ng

If I could rise from something as scary as brain tumor. I think everybody has the ability to rise from whatever circumstances, however difficult it might seem. Particularly during this Pandemic. Human being possesses survival instinct.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing Singapore
• Release date: Dec 7, 2020
• ISBN: 9781543762341

Jackie Ng

Ng Ah Keat nació en 1966 en un pequeño pueblo chino de Malasia.Licenciada en Economía con honores por la Universidad Nacional deMalasia. Trabajó como ejecutivo de operaciones y después en eldepartamento de merchandising del sector minorista, antes de jubilarse pormotivos médicos.

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

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1

I struck lottery at the age of thirty-two—I was diagnosed with a brain tumour. After studying the CT scan, the GP had slowly revealed the news to me and my mother who had accompanied me to the hospital. I was thinking, What, brain tumour? It was so rare, you heard of people getting it, and I couldn’t be the unlucky one. The doctor continued by saying that the brain tumour must be removed as soon as possible because it was so huge that the growth was pushing the brain to one side and pressing on the nerve, which explained the cause of pain and discomfort I felt for several years. Meanwhile, he mentioned that the hospital doesn’t have the expertise or facilities to handle such surgery. He gave us a neurosurgeon’s contacts and said that I should consult the neurosurgeon immediately. Instead of going immediately, my mother and I went home to let the grave news sink in. I couldn’t clearly think after we left the doctor’s room that I tried to exit from the parking at the entry point!

Once inside the car, Mom was full of questions, and it continued all the way home. ‘Will everything be fine after the surgery? How long have you had those headaches? What caused the brain to have a growth? Is it something bad or just growth?’ I provided the same answer to all the questions, which is ‘I don’t know’.

At home, I called to make an appointment with the neurosurgeon. The neurosurgeon could see me later in the afternoon.

We ate lunch in total silence. After leaving the GP’s room, I have been imagining only one scenario: A surgery will be called for, then everything would be fine again, and life would be back to normal in no time; provided, of course, the tumour is not cancerous.

In the neurosurgeon’s room, he studied the CT scan and then demanded a brain MRI. It had seemed like ages for the MRI result to