About suffering they were never wrong

Ocean, don’t be afraid… Don’t worry. Your father is only your father until one of you forgets. Like how the spine won’t remember its wings no matter how many times our knees kiss the pavement. Ocean, are you listening? The most beautiful part of your body is wherever your mother’s shadow falls. Here’s the house … Continue reading About suffering they were never wrong

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Tubes and Hospital Bed

This last week has been the hardest. Never have I experienced more physical pain or emotional strain. I've been in the hospital for nine days now. I have a huge incision that runs across my mid-section. Right now it has infection. They've already removed the tumor in my pancreas and, surprise, surprise, the cyst in … Continue reading Tubes and Hospital Bed

I need surgery, they will cut open my belly

Diagnosis is now official: pancreatic tumor and ovarian cyst. Doctors wouldn't know if the tumor is malignant or benign until they get a sample. I flew back to Manila last October sixth. Medical practice in Dubai is not as advance as it is here. I don’t want to be their guinea pig. Plus my parents are … Continue reading I need surgery, they will cut open my belly

Scans and diagnosis part II: thoughts on doctors, nurses, and the whole shebang

Doctors are masters of half-truths. They don’t tell you the whole thing. Their sentences are always careful and calculated. The silence is awkward and deafening when they’re reading your radiology report. I try to judge their honesty and trustworthiness based on their word usage, tone of speech, and the way they treat their nurses. I am most worried for the things they don’t say.

Widow’s mite and the world’s market place

   "A sad fact which nevertheless needs to be faced is that a deeply committed Christian who wants to write stories or paint pictures or compose music to the glory of God simply may not have been given the talent, the gift, which a non-Christian, or even an atheist have in abundance. God is no … Continue reading Widow’s mite and the world’s market place