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