I’m back from the big hospital in Taipei. Everything’s fine. Fine, fine, fine. I wasn’t so sure at first. Dr. Hong studied the X-ray of my lungs with great attention. But then he turned to me and said: “the shape of your heart indicates that you have problems with hypertension.” Now an oncologist who talks to you about blood-pressure is an oncologist who has nothing serious to talk about. “Yes,” I admitted, “I’ve had problems with hypertension for a couple of years.”
Leaving Hong’s office is suddenly dawned on me: “it’s over,” it’s all over, the cancer is gone, I’m a normal person again, with a normal persons different aiments and complaints. A normal person is good. All I wanted to be a year ago is a normal person. Now it’s happened. I’ll have many, many more years to live.