Dear friends and family. So much has happened, and I am so sorry I have left you in the dark for so long. Just a quick post to share some important moments from my life over the last two years. As you can tell, I’m still alive and kicking. It’s been over 8,5 years since my metastatic diagnosis and a lot has happened.
I visited my dad in Malaysia in October 2019, two months before he passed away. We were able to share some quality time, and it was the best decision I ever made. He told me about his parents, introduced me to his students and colleagues at UTP CSI and we traveled to Ipoh, to Penang and to the Swiss Garden Resort in Lumut.
My dad moved back to Houston Texas in November to be with his wife Deloris. Two weeks after moving back, he had sudden heart failure. The ambulance took him to the hospital in Bryan Texas but he was already in coma. Deloris called us to let us know. On December 5th, my sister Nancy and I took the first plane to Houston. There we said our goodbyes to our father, who had been kept in coma but he had very little brain activity.
It was a very emotional time for Deloris, his stepdaughter Monica and son in law Francisco, their daughter Diana, and for us. We were able to share our grief together, and a few days later Nancy and l left to go back home, to The Netherlands.