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My Other Mother
When my mother-in-law was diagnosed with Sino Nasal cancer a few months ago, the world literally stopped moving for a second. She is one of the kindest, most caring, and generous persons in the world who has also been a vegetarian for more than 30 years (which means she was on a healthy diet) so obviously I asked God ‘Why her?’
But God being the ultimate teacher showed me the reasons why he chose his special child to go through such a difficult and harrowing test.Prayer; the
most powerful weapon against trials. The most effective medicine against
sickness and the most valuable gift to someone you love.
My
76-year-old MIL had to undergo 35 cycles of radiotherapy and observe a strict
diet. My close knit of in laws quickly formed a support network to manage her
appointments and her after session care. After weighing all considerations and
numerous discussions, it was decided that she was to stay with her brother for
the week while the rest of the family takes turn to do the needful
As the
sessions continued, the schedules became more punishing for her due to fatigue
but she soldiered on, putting one foot in front of the other. Her goal was to
beat this, and she was not letting anything to waver her focus.
Due to work
commitment, I only managed to accompany her for 5 sessions. The first one was
in the beginning, the next 3 towards the end of the cycle and one the final
day.
I clearly
remember my first session with her. I met her at the entrance, and we walked
slowly together to the clinic, she led the way. We took the number and waited
and when it was her turn, I followed her in where she needed to change before
she goes into the radiotherapy room. She waved at me and stepped into the room.
15 minutes later, she came out and we left for Suren’s uncle’s place. She took
a quick shower and had a simple meal. We chatted for a while then left. Later
in the evening, we brought the kids over. Despite being tired, she played with
them.
The rest of the sessions, Suren was with her so when I ask him how she was, he’d say she is Okay. Fast forward weeks later, I had the chance to accompany her again and this time there was a vast difference. She walked slower and she spoke less. She was anxious to see her number displayed on the screen. And she went into the room without waving. I knew she was tired but still not a word of complaint. She took over 2 hours to complete her lunch. Despite being tired, she made sure she ate most of it as she knew she needed the nutrients. It was painful to watch her take a spoonful and pat her chest to ensure the food goes down smoothly. We spoke for a bit but then realized the sooner she finishes her meal, the sooner she gets to rest.
Accompanying her was not a trouble but watching her and wondering what her thoughts are, overwhelmed me. I felt ill equipped to be part of the team of taking care of her. I had neither the medical experience nor enough empathy to care for her properly. This is the lady who took care of both her mother and husband diligently when they were not well. She was the pillar of support for them and the rest of the family. How do we react when the pillar itself is crumbling? It was mind boggling for myself and the only thing I could pray fervently for is for her to have the strength to carry on the full 35 sessions and for us to support her the best we can. There are days where she felt sore and achy, but she trudged on. Her perseverance amazed me. She shows up every single day weaker than the day before but more determined to finish the course. Her independence was admirable. She cared for herself and slept alone. Every morning, without fail, she will be at the dining table downstairs ready to be sent for her treatment.
Because of
the type of cancer she has, it was visible on her face, and it changed her
appearance drastically. Once she asked me if it looked bad and I said No. She
paused for a while and said to me, ‘It doesn’t matter how I look; I just want
to get better’ I choked and mumbled meekly ‘You will, aunty’
I never liked going to the hospital. I am sure many don’t but when my late father-in-law and grandmother in law were unwell, hospital visits were frequent so when I decided to accompany my MIL for her treatment, I thought the emotions I would experience would be the same, so I was somewhat prepared. But it was different altogether. There is an aisle that we need to walk through before we reach the radiotherapy centre. This is where you will see cancer patients sitting left and right with their family members waiting to get medications or to see the doctor. As we both walk hand in hand towards the end of the aisle, I will glance at the people sitting there. Most of them looking pale with glassy eyes while those who accompany them will be on the phone. My heart constricts every time I walk pass the aisle thinking that there are so many people who are unwell. Once, I overhead a couple talking to a first timer at the lounge, and I found out that both husband and wife were there for radiotherapy but for different cancers. But they were talking animatedly to the person on what food she should avoid when she starts her treatment. It made me think how adaptable we humans are generally as we pick ourselves up to face the day. The people I saw at the oncology centres were not patients but heroes with battle scars. The days I accompanied my MIL for her treatments, I will make sure I will read the two murals on the wall to strengthen my conviction that all will be well. Although intimidating, those visits were definitely a humbling experience for me.
No photography is allowed so I took these
secretly. Powerful
messages
I am
blessed to be married into this family. One of the main reasons I decided to
marry Suren was his family. I loved the closeness they shared. Although not
openly affectionate, they will be the first ones to offer help when a family
member is down. I am doubly blessed as both sides; my FIL and my MIL’s sides
are like that. This trait was once again prevalent during MIL’s treatment
sessions. Her brothers and sister with their respective families rallied to
ensure she has a strong support system. She was sent and picked up to and from
her sessions, her meals were prepared, and she had the company too. Even close
family friends supported her. For her good heart, she is blessed with so many
people who love and care for her. Because of this, I suppose she could channel
her energy to go through the sessions successfully. My sister-in-law and I
often use this hashtag #blessedwiththebest because we simply are blessed with
the best family and friends.
As her last
session approached, I was inspired to get her something. She loves her
grandchildren more than anything. Shiv, Diya, Anya, Ayrton and Dhyan are her
precious jewels. So, Diya and Dhyan made her card and Diya made a Thank You
card for the team who took care of her grandma on behalf of her brother and
cousins. MIL chuckled when she saw the card. It was a very simple gesture, but
we just wanted to let her know that we are so proud of her to have completed
this arduous journey.
I always
liked reading what was shared on the notice board so Diya made a card and
hopefully it will find its way there.
As a token
of gratitude for the staff, the family ordered some scrumptious breakfast for
the team. My in laws love language is definitely ‘Act of Service’ and it is
always through food.
I found myself agitated as I waited for her to complete her last session. I felt like a nervous mother waiting for her child after her first day of school. I felt that way partly because I didn’t have anything to read as I waited for her 15 minutes session to be over (I finished reading Michelle Obama’s ‘The Light We Carry’ during the 3 sessions I accompanied her) I grabbed a meditation magazine from the rack and flipped through the pages mindlessly. A believer that everything happens for a reason, I came across the below note that struck a chord within me. I am indeed privileged to be able to assist one of the most compassionate persons I know. Soon she was out, she changed out of the robe, and she said bye to all of them.
Although fatigued, she thanked them for all their help. She has mentioned how they had cheered her on in the room and applauded her for being brave. She was one of the oldest patients they had and always referred to her as a teacher and I am sure they will remember her for a long time as she is indeed a special person.
We walked
slowly hand in hand towards the entrance as Suren went to take the car. I made
a silent prayer that we do not need to make the same journey again. She said
that she wanted to go to the temple in the city centre. I knew she wanted to
express her gratitude and to tell God that she has done her best and hopes
things will change to her favour.
We sat for a while, and I took this picture of her. Although she looked tired, she appeared as a Warrior Queen to me. I was so proud of her. Proud that she did what she needed to do without complaint. She never once wavered in her quest to complete this test God has put forth for her. I had to restrain from asking her questions; what she was thinking of, how does she feel and also to tell her that we are so proud of her, but I chose to keep quiet and I think she appreciated the silence.
She only reminded
me that she wanted to go to that particular temple, Court Hill Sri Ganesar
Temple. It clicked then the family had a prayer right before she started her treatment,
and it was only right she sees ‘Him’ again after her treatment. Unfortunately,
the temple was closed when we got there so we only could pray from the outside,
but the Priest was nice to give her some flowers and a big Mango. Symbolically,
we thought of it as a boon, and it made her happy. The rest of the journey back
to Melaka was in silence but the feeling of triumph was thick in the air.
Lord Ganesha, the remover of obstacles
The past two months have been steeped with life lessons for me. Only God can take and give and there is always a reason for whatever happens in life. While my MIL was undergoing her treatments, in my mother's side, there was a wedding, an engagement and the birth of a baby; all celebratory moments. My feelings of happiness and forlorn were constantly on yo-yo mode plus with the demands of work and my young family. But God is great, through this painful experience, he has made me see what is most integral in one's life; family and love. And he has used my MIL as the vessel to impart these lessons. I am truly privileged to receive these life lessons from my other mother, my dearest MIL. She continues to show her wisdom through her quiet and indelible ways. She deserves the best and I believe she will.
Thursday, 10 September 2020
Eulogy of a Great Woman
Heamaashini Nadarajah Jason spent many hours interviewing her aunts and uncles as well as her cousins and other extended family members to collect stories a great woman she calls Paati. It is not easy to weave a story about someone who is so dear and loved by all by piecing together so many recollections and memories of her. This is her labour of love for her dear paati.
‘Shamu! Shamu!’
called Bibi, the Punjabi neighbour to No. 291, Kampong Basong, Kuala Kangsar.
‘Saya ada bawak surat anak dari London. Mana Appu? Suruh dia baca’. Appu
dutifully took the letter and read aloud to his mother’s good friend. The ‘Kampong’
also housed two other good friends – Muthamma and Valli. Growing up, Shamu was always
portrayed as a shy and quiet person but soon made fast friends with these
wonderful women. They formed a lifelong friendship in the ‘Kampong’ and over
the years their children became childhood friends. Shamu then became Shambu
amma.
Allamellu had 9 grown children of her own and because of the small age gap, instead of calling Sampurnam; Athey, they all referred to her as Akka. Over time they became a big yet close knit family. When Allamellu and Periathamby passed away, as the only living relative in the country, Nadeson and Sampurnam stayed connected and continued their duty as mama and attey.
Sampurnam was a dutiful and respectful wife and although they lived through modest means, she managed the household cleverly using firewood and gas light. They were blessed with 9 healthy children; 3 boys and 6 girls – Avalli, Thambiyah, Mani, Baba, Appu, Lale, Mala, Ushah and Jayn. Sampurnam remained quiet in nature, sweet, patient and loving to each and every one of her children who had different yet distinctive traits. She cooked and cleaned all through her life and bustled about from the early hours through late nights without a sigh.
The longest lived-in daughter in law was Selvi, having spent 29 years with Sampurnam. They lived in harmony at No.291 as they got accustomed to each other and fell naturally into the dutiful task as wives to their loving husbands. Sampurnam always woke up at 6 a.m., bathed and mixed a pot of coffee before heading out to sweep the dry leaves off the porch. She would then pluck flowers and performed the morning prayers before starting to make breakfast. One of her famous recipes is the thengga paal appam that she made in a tiny wok. She grated her coconut using the wooden coconut grater. She also made very tasty surul appam. Sampurnam would then serve her husband breakfast. Both mother in law and daughter in law always sat and ate their meals together after the entire family has eaten. Her daily life involved reading the Malaysian Nanban and Makkal Osai, helping Selvi out at the kitchen, watching tamil serials such as Annamalai and Chitthi, folding clothes, evening prayers, reading the tamil magazines such as Thendral and Vaanam Badi before dozing off around 11 p.m. Sampurnam always served her husband for all the meals as he preferred it that way.
All 6 daughters were blessed as their mother Sampurnam took care of them lovingly whenever they delivered their children. She had bathed all her grandchildren and cooked for her daughters during the confinement period. Despite being slender, she would expertly manoeuvre the ammi and thosai kalle to cook for her daughters. She was there to support them during their confinement period and helped to look after them and their babies. She was always obliging as she puts the others’ needs before hers.
Her oldest son in law - Kandasamy, a man who loves his own mother
tenderly always made sure his wife called and visited her own mother fequently.
He always made sure that both his mother and mother in law were treated equally
with love and respect. When both Sampurnam and Nadeson came to Nibong Tebal to
stay, the second son in law Raman took excellent care of both of them. He loved
and respected them both very much and the respect was mutual as Raman was a
dignified and a man of his words. His brother was the third son in law – Appu.
Her third son in law always regarded her as the best mother in law.
Her fourth son in law Jeya always said she was quiet but pleasant and
was always motherly. He is indebted to her for willing to travel over 600 km
with Nadeson to care for his daughters when they were babies. His brother
Indran was the fifth son in law and he loved Sampurnam very much. To him, she
was always so humble and kind. The youngest son in law Bala always said he was
blessed to have Sampurnam as his second mother.
In May 2004, the third daughter Lale
lost her husband. Both Nadeson and Sampurnam were there to lend their moral
support as she struggled through the tough time with her two young daughters. Tragedy
then struck again in August 2010 when Nadeson passed away after a brief
illness. She was only 87 but having spent a huge chunk of her life with her
husband; 71 years of marriage, his death was a big blow. He was 95. She then
had to get used to living without having him next to her but she soldiered on.
As she was residing in Nibong Tebal, she formed deep relationships with her grandchildren
and great grandchildren and it was a joy as one saw it as love, friendship and
respect. From tending to her grandbabies, Sampurnam had the opportunity to tend
to her great grandbabies as well. She even bathed them in the traditional way
of sitting on a low stool, having the baby on her stretched out legs while
bathing the baby.
Having spent her life busily tending to her growing family, Sampurnam finally had the chance to enjoy the simple pleasures of life. She was taken to the cinema to watch Katthi, went to Batu Ferringhi beach, stayed in a hotel and enjoyed her first hotel breakfast. She even experienced her first pedicure. She was a good sport and nothing fazed her although life whizzed by quickly. Despite her age, Sampurnam was a liberal thinking woman because when some of her grandchildren wanted to marry non-Hindus, she had no objections but advised them to ensure the person is good, responsible and takes care of the future spouse because that is all that mattered.
Despite some bleakness, life went on for Sampurnam punctuated with happy events such as weddings and births. However, she lost both her sons consecutively; Baba in 2018 and Thambiyah in 2019. Their passing took a toll on her as she never once thought she would outlive any of her children. She often said no matter the age, when your child dies, your heart breaks. No mother should ever go through this phase in their life. She relived memories of them by talking often about them and her life in Kuala Kangsar.
In December 2019, her eldest son in law passed away. Unable to travel long distance, Sampurnam felt bad that she could not be with her daughter but kept tabs on her through her other daughters. She was low in spirits so a few months later, her youngest daughter Jayn took her on a road trip along with her other two sisters; Mani and Lale back to Kuala Kangsar to cheer her up. The journey was video recorded and it was a jolly ride. They went down memory lane as they visited No. 291, and Valli’s children together with her brother’s family at Kenas Road.
Sampurnam had a special bond with each and every one of her children as they were very different from one another. Her eldest daughter – Avalli – was very much like a close friend as Sampurnam was only 18 when she had her. Thambiyah was her pillar of strength and even though he had migrated to Australia in the 70’s, he made a point to visit her annually up till 2017. Baba the charming son was always the one with a great sense of humour and generous with his hugs. Mani her second daughter was her confidante as they stayed together. Lale was the strict and honest daughter but loved her family fiercely and like her mother, she tended to the unwell selfessly. Appu was her youngest son and the closest to his mother. He lived with her after getting married and so did his children. Unlike her other daughters, Mala was spared from doing any household chores as she was always busy beautifying herself. She was also the one who always bought her trinkets. Usha was the shy and clingy daughter. Whenever there were sleepovers at No. 290, she would be scared of the dark and sounds of the night and always ended up going back to her mother in the middle of the night. She took her mother to all her hospital appointments. The youngest, Jayn was the sporting and hype daughter who took her out in car rides, told her jokes and took selfies and videos. Sampurnam always advised her children to be patient and tolerant and that caring for people should be of utmost importance. Remembering her advice, her children took good care of her during her last days.
As in any big family, events occur rather frequently and Sampurnam always made sure she would participate in them. From being there when any of her grandchildren were born to 16-day prayers, baby naming ceremony, ear piercing, head balding, coming of age ceremony, engagements, civil registrations, nallangu, muhurtha kaal to kalyanam and not forgetting birthdays, anniversaries, wedding receptions and even funerals she was present, lending her positive aura. She has gone to Penang, Perak, Selangor, Melaka, Kedah, Terengganu, Kelantan and even to Perth,Australia.
Sampurnam will remain sorely missed by her children, sons in law, daughters in law, nieces, nephews, grandchildren, grandchildren in law, great grandchildren, great grandchildren in law, great great grandchild and family friends for a very long time.
Her needs were very simple as she took interest in her children and grandchildren’s lives, always enquiring and giving advice when asked. Her personality was grounded, warm and motherly. The lessons she taught us and the values she stands for as she lived based on love, compassion, empathy, trust and respect. We have said our goodbyes but her values remain in our daily lives. She now lives in our hearts with warm and beautiful memories.
She lived a full and complete life in its entirety. Just like her name; Sampurnam.
Curated & Written by Heamaashini
Nadarajah Jason
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Her Own Person
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