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i can only pray n hope... the image of the tumor lingers in my mind.. i juz regret not having said anything.. my grandma who took care of me for a stint when i was young... yet drifted apart.. i still remember the classic story of me being a naughty spoilt brat when she brought me to the market abt 1 km away then i suddenly fa pi qi n wanted to change my shoes .. so she relented n brought me bak 1 km n out again.. i wish i could have said more at the hospital but i was simply dumbfounded.. my mum still had to jot her memory as to who i m.. i juz want the operation to be successful..