Mamapumpkin??? 
Once upon a time, she designed buildings and interiors of corporate offices and on the rare occasion, homes. Now, she cleans poop and is student of a patience management course. From the drawing board as a London Architect to the realities of Motherhood, she has certainly learned many lessons in humility. And then others.....
To succeed in the corporate world, first succeed with your kid as the happy boss. Seriously.
This blog is about Mamapumpkin: A crazy, kick-ass Mom who works full time juggling several jobs - the full-time paid job, the raising of her 2 kids (she gets paid in kind for this) and the volunteering job for various charity organisations and parenting websites. Needless to say, she gets very little sleep (3-5 hours per day, Margaret Thatcher who used to sleep 4 hours per day during her conservative career inspires this crazy lifestyle).
Mamapumpkin intends to change the working Mom landscape in Malaysia where working women can bring their children to the corporate office of a client and not be frowned upon.
She writes anything that comes out of her head, mostly without thinking first (since she already has to think at work!), which almost ALWAYS gets her into trouble (according to her husband, whom she considers the love of her life on a good day).
Her 2 pet monkeys drive her towards challenge after challenge, 24/7.....day after day.....and interestingly, her parents are Muslim, her in-laws Buddhist, she's Catholic and her Hubs, an Atheist. She's thinking her kids should be Hindu, just to complete the rainbow religion cycle.
Gotta love it.
She'd love to hear from you : Mamapumpkin at gmail dot com
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Just Imagine……
By Mamapumpkin, on January 14th, 2013
That you have been given a death sentence except that you don’t know when exactly. Whilst you try to go about your daily life with great difficulty, yet not wanting to impose onto anyone for help of any sort, you struggle day in day out, with the physical pain of the cancer that eats into you, the other pain from complications from being over-drugged and weakening of the immune system, and the mental pain. The pain of not knowing. The pain of flitting between needing to stay and wanting to go. Pure anguish.
What does one do but carry on……not knowing, and just praying and praying. People are already bored. Nobody seems to care and even if they did, they fail to express it. Traveling alone, a lonely journey. If you ever thought not being with someone and not having any friends was dismal, try walking the cancer journey. Despite it being such a common disease, it remains yet a lonely journey no matter how many people love you or care about you. It is a walk you do alone.
You look fine and people don’t suspect a thing. But deep inside, you are rotting beyond your control.
Cancer is a bitch.
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When I read this, I think about my loved one who is fighting this battle, in a faraway place and how I could’ve expressed better my care and concern for her. I know I feel for her but what can I do, apart from sending her words words and more words? So I understand and can relate to what you’re saying here. It really can be a lonely journey. The late Mr Ho shut us out completely, even though we were by his side, trying to be there for him. So that made it a lonely journey too. I feel what you’re writing here. Very much so.
I know what you mean. My close relative had cancer too, and I cannot imagine what and how he was feeling at that time, when everyone around him was business as usual, go to work and complain about traffic jams, just trivial stuffs which we take for granted daily.How the sick wish they had this problems instead of cancer.. I wish i can say more, do more. It’s truly a man’s lonely and heartbreaking journey..