Well, first of all I would like to start off by telling you the story behind the name "Wan Su", my younger brother invented that name, just for laughs. Then later on it became "Noh Su".
I love Korean dramas, who wouldn't? I will sleep late, just to finish every episode of it. The characters' names are usually three syllables, like Park Seo Joon, Ji Chang Wook, Cha Eun Woo and many other names some of them are two syllables. And that's the origin of "Wan Su" and "Noh Su".
I had two minor operations, I was an out-patient back then. After the operation I'll go straight home to rest. I thought those two, were my last. Unfortunately, the mass got bigger and they have to remove. Well, all of my right breast. At first, I haven't really believed it.
We decided to go for implants. My doctors planned to replace it during the whole mastectomy, so that when I wake up I wouldn't feel that I totally lost my right breast. It was my first major operation, like the real anaesthetics, the sleep thing, the catheter thing, the IV and the antibiotics. Damn, it was painful! Really really painful! But I have to suck it in.
During the operation, I was asleep and have no idea of what was happening inside the room and especially inside my body. All I knew was they're going to remove it and replace it with what they called tissue expander. As they remove the whole breast, it will undergo a biopsy where they cut it into bits and examine it in a microscope.
The doctors explained it to me, that when the result shows that I have cancer. They will have to remove the expander. So, no implants for me. Months passed, and the result came. It was the worst day of my life, but still I have to suck it in. It was Angiosarcoma, it's known to be a cancer in the inner lining of blood vessels and can occur in any area of the body.
As soon as the doctor told me everything I have to know, they said I need to have an operation again. For the removal of the tissue expander. And so, once again the OR and I exchange pleasantries.
I rest at the hospital for three days, then went home. All was vague, and I couldn't believe it. As I look at myself in the mirror, and started crying as fuck. "I have one breast left." I said to myself trying to calm what was left. "And it was the 'left'. Funny thing." And try to laugh it off.
My grandmother hugged me and said "Everything is going to be okay. We'll make sure of that." Tears fell and 'fuck life' I shouted at the back of my mind.
After months of healing, I consulted my doctor for the medications and other protocols. My oncologist, advised me to undergo a radiotherapy. That's why she referred me to a Radiation Oncologist. I went to St. Luke's Medical Centre in Quezon City because that's where my doctor is.
Then he explained everything to me. "The treatment will take a month or so, and it's going to be every weekdays. Are you still studying? Or working." He friendly asked.
"I'm still studying. Will I have to stop?" I asked him and slightly smiled
"Well, it's going to be every day. You might not make it to your classes and if you'll finish your class first, you might not make it for your treatment. You might end up, skipping both. Think about it." He said. He has a point. But I'm in my last semester of my 3rd year in college. One last year and I'm done.
"You need the treatment." My mom said.
I guess I have to stop, huh? I took a deep breath and set my mind.
"Sure, doc. So, how many days will it be?" I asked with a faked smile. Hell I'm good at it.
After hours of explaining and planning, the medical technicians put markings on me. It was a long process, because I have to wait 5-7 working days before the actual treatment.
