I am Chinese, and my father is a great cook of Chinese barbecue. This winter break, he came to United States and cooked Chinese barbecue for my friends and me.
I am sitting alone in my room and watching the 5th episode of “A Bite of China” (which translated literally means “China on the Tip of the Tongue”, Sun 2012), a documentary on China's great food culture which makes a big sensation these days. At the same time, today's supper, a cup of ramen noodles, is being cooked in the microwave oven.
My boyfriend has cancer. With cancer you can never say, had, because even after you complete your treatment and your scans come up clear, you never really get to be called cured. After that diagnosis the best you can ever hope for is cancer-free and I suppose thats accurate, because after having cancer your life and the lives of those around you are never the same.
According to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, there are just over 7 million visits to the emergency room each year with a digestive system diagnosis and nearly 40 million visits to office based physicians for digestive system symptoms.
The buzzer sounded in the district championship of my senior year in high school. As I walked off the court in defeat, I took a glance up at the scoreboard, and the clock read all zeroes. It was really over.