A few years ago, a good friend of mine was diagnosed with Stage 4 Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma. When I heard of this, I immediately called her - and while I was bawling like a baby, she at the other end of the line was very calm. She was narrating to me what her doctors told her - she even commented that her doctor didn't have bedside manners at all, I remember her saying that her doctor told her bluntly 'It not a good sign, at all!' She went through six cycles of chemotherapy, she told me when I visited her in Hong Kong, that those were the worst times of her life - that it seemed like she was dying every time she would undergo chemo. I told her to hang-on and she told me that its so hard to hang-on when she was feeling her worst every single time. She would tell me at times (when she wasn't in a good mood) that I didn't know what it feels like because I've never gone through chemo, true - yes. It hard actually because I want to comfort her and give her moral s
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