One night, I went to play soccer and woke up from a coma five days later. 

I had a stroke. 

Yes, a stroke at 33. And I had met the love of my life on Instagram. Just when everything seems better than perfect, suddenly I can’t walk and talk. If life is a cruel irony, this is it. I can’t even feed myself, let alone keep a long-distance relationship alive. But I won’t give up just like that. Mom and Dad didn’t raise me that way. Life tore me apart but I will pull through. 

I’m a survivor, not a victim. 

Told through blog entries, this memoir breaks your heart and puts it back again with the aroma, acidity and aftertaste of life.

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The story behind this book

In 2014, my mentor Chew Lip Heng told me to write a book about my stroke. He guided me and roped in a team to help. I only had to write. They took care of everything else. After years of working on it, we finally published this. 

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Writing a book is hard. Writing this book is even harder. It tore old scars into fresh wounds over and over. Many times, I wanted to give up. But seeing the people who care about me, I gave up giving up.

And I hope you will too. 

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