My mom just told me that my favorite uncle has been diagnosed with cancer.
I don’t come from a family that expresses their emotions. But there is no need for words. I love him as I know he loves me.
I didn’t pick up the phone to call him and ask if he is okay because I can’t say the words. I am too busy crying. And I don’t want him to know that I am crying because that will just make him sad and discouraged.
I want him to fight it. To be able to say that I beat cancer. To live out the rest of his life as best as he can.
A month ago, I had an urge to see him. I asked my mom to ask him if he wanted to come to New York for a visit, my treat. She gave me an odd look and asked did my aunt tell me. I was like tell me what? It was then she told me that he has been feeling poorly lately and that he is going to quit his job because he just couldn’t handle it anymore. This coming from a man who has never taken a sick day in his life was big.
After a round at the hospitals, it is now confirmed. Cancer
I wanted to fly back to Shanghai right now but my mom says no. He doesn’t want us to see him in this state. He wants us to come back when he is healthy again. And so I tell her to tell him. I’ll be back in the springtime to climb Mount Huangshan with him. It’s on his wishlist and I hope I can see it with him come spring.
But if things take a turn for the worse, Shanghai is where I will be.