I've traveled to Hong Kong eight times since January. For a while there, my stomach would clench as I crossed the border and I could start to smell chemo drugs, even though I was nowhere near the doctor's office. I still have that slight reaction, but it's lessened quite a bit.
I was afraid that my impression of Hong Kong would change as the result of my cancer. However, it hasn't. The meaning of the city has deepened for me. I can't post my photos I've taken this time as I don't know how to do so on my new little netbook, but I'll write a follow-up post on it back in China.
I am blessed with beloved friends in/near this city. Sue, Holly, Suzanne, Jim, XR, Diane, the Swatow Baptist Church in TST and of course, the entire medical staff at Unimed. How many people have a cancer doctor who is praying for them and who gives you a hug as you take your case to another country? More about that later.
So on this last morning in Hong Kong, I just want to say farewell. I don't know when I'll be back, but I hope it's not too long. I love this city and I love the people here.
Hong Kong, you've been a blessing and you are integral in my journey to healing.