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Amy Wu

Opinion | Breast cancer blog: using the cancer card

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Hong Kong International Airport. Photo: Amy Wu

I pulled out the cancer card the other day without hesitation. It was one of those sticky situations where I needed to move the date of an airline ticket.

Of course, this being high peak season, it was the sort of dirty work that most travel agents don’t want to tackle. So I went straight to the ticketing counter with my health records and told them a story, my story. The violet-coloured, tattoo-like lines are still visible on the top of my chest in the area just below my neck, and I am a girl with an extensive record – my health records are as heavy as a textbook.

Why the date change? I feel the need to stay just a bit longer. There is an exhaustion that lingers perhaps from the treatment and there is also a fear of moving. The radiation round is over, but the side effects continue to lurk – the prickly sensation of a sunburn in the affected area, or a shot of intense fatigue, and occasionally a fear that the beast would suddenly resurface. Maybe I just need a break before fully moving forward.

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After the last radiation, I wanted to delete the memory of disease and treatment like burning letters from an ex-boyfriend or at least placing the experience in the darkest corners of memory and hoping it would be forgotten. But then inevitably a situation in everyday life – ticket changes, buying insurance and having to share a pre-existing condition – arises and the disease can’t be totally forgotten.

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There is also a bit of guilt in taking out the cancer card. I am that person who never took a sick day or sick leave, I think as I walk into the airline ticketing counter with health records in tow. The agent is very nice as I tell her my story, how the doctor suggested that I stay just a bit longer to recover. I show her the records along with the diagnosis from the breast surgeon, but she doesn’t even glance at them. She’s as calm and cool as a cucumber and doesn’t flinch.

She’s all business and I’m not surprised. How would I respond if a total stranger told me that she had breast cancer, and that she would appreciate my help?

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