NOT a food blog
I was 24, fresh out of university and into my first year of work, with a lifetime of dreams before me. The idea of dying was a remote thought, something that I would discuss in a philosophical manner with all the delusions of a person who assumed that life had no further lessons for her. And then, I discovered a lump in my breast. There was no self-diagnosis from the internet then; I did the requisite lamenting of “Why me, God?” and then proceeded to see the doctor who confirmed that there was indeed a lump in my breast but that there would be no way of finding out if it was a benign or malignant tumor until they removed it. I read up about cancer, didn’t understand much of it, and put the books away for more depressing literature like Sylvia Plath and The Star newspapers. I was operated on, and after analyzing the golf-ball sized tissue that was removed from my body, the doctors pronounced me cancer-free and free to live. While I may appear to be trivializing the topic (time heals all wounds, they say), the reality is that I was terrified of dealing with cancer, the after-effects of cancer and death.
These are some stats pulled up from the National Cancer Society of Malaysia website:
Insurance provider, AXA Affin, has recently joined with the National Cancer Society of Malaysia (NCSM) to support those who have suffered from cancer and are on their path to recovery. For every post that links to their 110 Cancer Care website, one day of funding for daycare usage at the NCSM Treatment Centre will be provided for a cancer patient.
If you are interested in collaborating and helping out in this endeavor, please contact Danial @ email@example.com to see what you can do.
For more info, feel free to visit their site at: https://www.110cancercare.com/
Food, for me, is a means to an end and not an end in itself.
Food, for me, represents the love of family, the fellowship of friends, and the community and communality it brings.