My dad on his birthday celebration in 2011, a year after his surgery. He looked so good then.
After my dad had his liver surgery to remove the cancer tumour in May 2010, he had been doing pretty well. Almost every 9 to 15 months, he had to go back to do TACE when there were other tumors found in his liver, he recovered well from TACE, never had any side effect, and usually was up and about the following day.
Early 2015, he was told there were little pimple like cysts found in more part of his liver, and he had to start another treatment. He started on Nexavar, an oral chemo drug. That was about the same time we started him on Naturally Plus Product to help fight the cancer.
He was doing alright initially, and then the side effects kicked in. Dryness of the hand and foot (which caused cracked skin), constant visit to the toilet due to frequent bowel movements, loss of appetite, increased thyroid level, hair loss. He was always having stomach discomfort, and overall because he wasn't eating much, he became physically weaker, however, he was alert and mobile.
As Nexavar was not helping him much with controlling the cancer marker reading, by end of 2015, Dr requested him to switch to Inlyta. Although the cancer marker was improving, the side effect was immediate. He got tired easily, became weaker, started getting water retention on the leg which caused discomfort. Second week into Inlyta, he became extremely weak. We were in Japan on a holiday; my sister, who was his main caretaker, was messaging us and telling us he was getting weaker, had difficulty in walking, getting diarrhea, feeling nauseous and his blood pressure was very low. Making us all worried and wondered if we should cut short our trip.
We decided to stop Inlyta.
Although he slowly built back his energy, the damage was already done. We almost couldn't make it for our family trip to Bali because of his condition. He made the decision to go ahead although he had to be on wheelchair due to his swollen legs caused by fluid retention, a symptom of thyroid.
We had a blast in Bali, spent Christmas there, all 15 of us! Dad although on wheelchair, was alert, watching over the younger kids at the pool and (literally) roaring at them when they misbehaved. He was also beginning to walk more.
When we came back from Bali, he was admitted for a couple of days because of cellulitis on his legs, nothing major, but just to be on antibiotic.
Almost every weekend, we were at my sister's place, spending time with him. We were also planning to rent a villa for Chinese New Year so we could all be together for 2 to 3 days. I tried to have lunch with him on work days too, and on one such occasion, he actually said he didn't know how long more he had. I almost cried.
Middle of January this year, as he was regaining his strength and getting better, he decided to go back on Inlyta to control the cancer. Again, all the side effect came back, and he got weaker than the last round. He was admitted again to drain the fluid which was accumulating in his abdomen. After that, his health went down hill even after we stopped Inlyta.
From being able to sit up on his own, he had to be lifted; he spent most of his time sleeping and he was in a lot of pain, always asking about the next dose of pain killer just after eating the current dose.
On Chinese New Year day, he was having so much difficulty staying up for the tea ceremony and family shot. It was his last.
My dad during the Chinese New Year Tea Ceremony
We got to their house around 9:30pm. Dad was breathing differently, as if labored, he acknowledged my arrival, but didn't speak to me. All my siblings were there at his bedside. When my sister asked if he wanted ice cream, he actually looped his pointer and thumb together, indicating 'little bit'. We fed him a little ice cream to cool him down. We changed him, and then left the room thinking he would need his rest.
My sister went to check on him slightly after 10pm. Her loud shout roused us out of our drowsy state. All of us rushed to the room to see what had happened, and saw him took his last big breath. He left, with all of us by his side.
The last few weeks of his life, he has brought the family together like never before. To know that he's no longer in pain, and he would be reunited with my mom lessen the grief a little, but we all miss him deeply.
A strict boss and a man full of principal and integrity, he spent 3 quarter of his life working in the bank and then at the church right till the last few weeks of his life. We don't know how many lives he'd touched or affected until we speak to the people who came to pay their last respect.
I'd never said I love him before (nor did he), the last hug I gave him which he received awkwardly was when he sent me off at the airport to further my studies; and now I'll never have the chance again.
Loudao, we all miss you ok?
My dad was diagnosed with
I thought it was funny.
If I haven't mentioned it before, I think she's my favourite author.
We were given a simple breakfast, and then got ready to leave for the island, which was a 30min ride away on a speedboat.
And for me, I just took it easy.
A simple buffet lunch (seafood mixed rice) was served early. After a short rest, we were then brought out to sea to snorkel (part of the package). Unfortunately, the water around the common snorkeling spot was murky on that day, so we got back to the main island.
We walked further down to the island, passing 2 more tour operators (accommodate is all tents), where we were told the rocky coast is a good spot for snorkeling too.
This side of the island is more picturesque.
(the show off)
The girls and I swam around, and did find school of fishes among the rocks.
There were lots of barnacles and sea creatures clinging on the rocks and we spotted crabs too.
Don't know what they are, but we thought they looked like some aliens from sci-fi movies.
Before an early dinner, there were long queues at the toilets, everybody wanted to shower after a whole day of fun. Toilets are basic here, each cubicle has a toilet bowl and next to it a big container of water with a dipper. Water supply comes from the mainland, brought in by the operator in boats. It can get quite disgusting after many people have used it, as some uncivilised folks left sanitary pads, used toilet paper, plastic containers and bags behind after them, even though there were dustbins right outside the toilet cubicles.
They were still alive, but when we brought them back to the sea, they got washed up to the shore again, as if they were not able to swim against the current.
After it turned dark, at around 8pm, we started combing the shore, in search of Bioluminescent Phyto Plankton (蓝眼泪), the highlight of the trip. The girls spotted the first one, tiny blue luminous dot, then another, and another. Everyone got excited seeing the shore sprinkled with more and more blue luminance dust, although they were not bright enough to be photographed. (Click
Before noon, we left the island, and back to Bagan Sungai Burung, Bagan Datoh (巴眼拿督双武隆渔村), and got fed again, our last meal which is part of the deal, a seafood lunch at
A short tour around Bagan Sungai Burung, Bagan Datoh (巴眼拿督双武隆渔村) later, it was time for us to head on home.

Guess what? The hubs decided to stay and watch them make the next batch. O.o The owner Mr Cheong, is more than happy to let us watch and photograph him, since it'll be free 'advertisement' for him.
Gong Pian/Gong Piah/Kong Piah/Kompia is a traditional Fuchow biscuit baked in an earthen oven, it can be plain, savoury or sweetish. Cheong Cia's has only one flavour, which is the onion Gong Pian. We saw them mixed equal amount of chop shallots and lard for the filling. No wonder it's so fragrant, and crispy!
The dough stuffed with the filling was then flattened into disc, and stuck to the earthen oven to bake.
Once they were done, they were 'scooped' out, and ready to be sold.
2hrs after the previous batch was sold out, the next batch of gong pian was ready, and the crowd started forming.
We spent so much time watching the gong pian making that we didn't have much time left. Out went our plan to visit the near by Teluk Batik, supposedly a beautiful beach.
We headed towards Teluk Intan instead, and checked into our hotel,
There are a couple of authors she likes, and always asks us to buy her books by them, or tries to borrow it from library. I asked her to write about the reasons she finds these authors' writing interesting, and here is what she's captured.
Mind her spelling, although I think she summarised the reasons pretty well.