I loved miniatures. I have collected so many miniatures that I have no place to display them. Quite a number of them found their way to my office.

After my father had passed away from cancer last year, I have commissioned a roombox from showcaseroombox. It is really a fun process and Amy, the lady whom I talked to, was extremely patient with me as I have changed my mind over the details of the roombox so many times. I got a real kick out of it when she showed me the invoice, all the items were itemized just like building a real house!

I waited so impatiently for the roombox to arrive in Singapore and had even cleared an empty space to display the roombox. However, when it arrived, I could barely look at it. It was the day when the oncologist told me that he was 99% sure that my mum had advanced ovarian cancer but he would only tell my mother later when the lab results confirmed his findings. I returned home from the hospital with a heavy heart and started to unpack the box because I knew my mum would be mad if she saw a big box in the middle of the living room. I remembered I was crying throughout the time when I was unpacking the roombox.

It was a truly remarkable and beautiful roombox. I typed a thank you note to Amy from showcaseroom box still crying. For the next few days, I could not even look at the roombox without crying.

My mum fought hard against the disease. Against all odds, she won the battle….at least for this moment. When she was first diagnosed with the cancer, it was ‘everywhere’ – throughout the stomach, parts of the colon, the liver – one of the ovaries was not an ovary anymore but a cancer lump. Now 7 months after the first diagnosis, my mum is now in full remission. The doctor told us that my mum had a ‘second life’. Ovarian cancer is notorious for extremely fast recurrence, sometimes returning back with a vengeance within months after the last treatment.

As we are picking up the pieces of our lives, I am getting very fond of the roombox. I called it the Room of Hope. I have yet to furnish it because for a long time I could not even bear to look at it. It is still empty but I am now ready to go shopping for the furniture.

In one month’s time, the Room of Hope would no longer be empty but filled with love and furniture. And I would really brag about my furnished roombox!

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