While other young people spent their twenties enjoying nights out with friends, Chiu Tzu Yu spent them in hospital and clinic waiting rooms. Her struggle with chronic pain cost her friendships, love, and her hopes for a happy future, but gradually, through all the waiting, Chiu Tzu Yu learned to become whole again.

At seventeen, Chiu Tzu Yu envisioned a future of dating, love, hard work, and, eventually, a stable family life. Her teenage worries were the usual ones: fashion choices, and obsessing over the perceived flaws in her features. Then, what started as subtle pain in her right hip while riding her bicycle, grew to the point that it destroyed her hopes for the future.
She tried everything: public hospitals, private clinics, Chinese herbs, Western medicine – even prayer and fortune tellers. The only diagnosis she ever received was “inflammation of unknown origin,” but what might that unknown origin be? Was it “frozen hip” syndrome? Or was her constitution, in the language of Chinese medicine, excessively damp and cold? Or might it be the karma of some past error returning to haunt her?
Thirty-seven waiting rooms form the backdrop to these twelve years of sickness and renewal, the steady rhythm of a life ruled by pain. Chiu Tzu Yu’s naïve confidence that “this too shall pass” slowly yields to despair, hooking readers by their emotional core, and leading them through the darkness to that beating heart which, despite the suffering, still brims with passion for a sunlit tomorrow.