05/02/2026
The Most Painful Year of My Life: 2025
In February, my son's cancer metastasized to his lungs. After a day of reflection and gaining my husband's support, I submitted my resignation the next day to fully devote myself to accompanying my son in his battle against cancer.
In March, on the 27th, I left my 15-year civil service career.
In April, I checked into the hospital alongside my son, embarking on a long and arduous road of cancer treatment.
In May, my son's condition took a sudden turn for the worse. My Mother's Day was marked by his first coma, and for the first time, I personally signed a Do-Not-Resuscitate (DNR) order.
In June, as chemotherapy failed to stop the tumors, we painfully accepted an amputation surgery. Then, his condition severely worsened, leading to another coma and another DNR order I had to sign.
In July, my son left me. I personally arranged his funeral and bid him a final farewell.
In September, I had a small, suddenly appearing tumor removed from my body. My son watched over me—the tumor was benign.
In October, my beloved mother-in-law passed away, reuniting in heaven with my father-in-law and her own mother.
2026 will be better, won't it?!
