Last month, Kuya
had Amoebiasis again while Pope Francis was here in the Philippines. Lower gastrointestinal bleeding promted me to let him rest for another week in prepation for colonoscopy last
Saturday. An appproximately 1 cm rectal polyp was found, cauterized, and sent for biopsy. While Kuya was
having GIT problems, mom was down with flu. Then I was afflicted with flu too while Bunso was suffering from viral infection. While his temperature rose to 39.1 C, Kuya was having his preparation for colonoscopy. Papa and I stayed awake the entire night monitoring them both. I was doing sponge bath to Bunso while Kuya was going in and out the bathroom. He even had upset stomach that made him vomit in the living room. What a horrible night that was!
Despite the fact that I was sick and it was very hard for me to get out of our bed, I had to forge on and attend to my sons and Mom. There was nobody to depend on except Papa. After Kuya's colonoscopy , he started being febrile that me decide not to let him attend his classes last Monday. His immune system was probably low that he got viral infection. Last Tuesday, Papa was sent home due to the same reason.
As of Tuesday, I was the only one feeling a little well here at home. The question was, could I still stay sane? If that scenario happened 20 years ago, maybe I won't have the same mindset.
I would say to myself everyday that I should keep moving forward. But everyday was getting very difficult as weeks passed. Like last Wednesday, I felt so sad because my hands were tied. I was getting my strength from Papa and Mom but they were sick too.
I closed my eyes, prayed harder, and forced myself to sleep. I had to ease my worries. Good thing they worked.
I had be strong for the family. I had to
balance my life. I had to answer customers' queries. I still did orders while being sick to meet deadlines. Yes, I had to keep moving forward to do all these things for the good of my family.
I remembered myself saying this to my single friends, "Before you raise
a family, you have to be prepared in all aspects because it's not easy and will never be easy to be a mom or dad and raise a family. When family members get
sick, it really hurts..."
If only I could shoulder all my loved-ones' sickness and pain, I would do that willingly.
As the day of
the biopsy result got nearer, I felt weaker. I hoped for
the best but prepared for the worst.
I also discovered
that Mom had a lump near her breasts. Oh Lord, I was trembling. I prayed harder.
Yesterday was the moment of truth. My stomach was churning as I rushed to the laboratory to get Kuya's biopsy result. I bravely read it. Kuya's polyp was free from malignancy. I held back my tears. I was so happy.
Mom was checked by Kuya's doctor. The lump wasn't inside the intestinal cavity or any organ. It was suspected to be a sebaceous cyst. I felt relieved but not too much. It wasn't done yet. A minor operation was sheduled. Like Kuya's, mom's cyst should be sent to the laboratory for biopsy.
My faith in the Lord kept me going. Praying made me sane. Why wasn't I convinced that God wouldn't fail me? Silly me.
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