DON’T STOP CARING

“It became a routine schedule that every after six months, I should be admitted for a week. The tiring procedures at the emergency room and the many medications to take while being admitted make me sicker..” APPLE GUIAO-ALVAREZ

As much as I do not want to be sick, I am hospitalized every two years. It became a routine schedule that every after six months, I should be admitted for a week. The tiring procedures at the emergency room and the many medications to take while being admitted make me sicker. Of course, the everyday billing update makes me want to go home even without medical advice.

As I look back I have discovered significant meanings of my getting-sick-getting-well experience. Let me share to you my realizations which inspired me to live more and explore the beauty of life.

Mother’s great love

At any time when I am sick, my mom has to rush just to see and touch me. She arrives in less than thirty minutes and begins to cry from the moment she knew I am sick. Mothers are healers and even when I grow older, I would always want to be in my mother’s arm.

Kids get hurt

My kidneys aren’t that healthy anymore. Sometimes my young kids hear me cry from physical pain. I hate to see Bea and Macoy worry and so I pretend to be okay at times. I feel that they are not ready to live a life without me. I will leave them an incurable pain if I leave them now. They deserve a healthy “mamang”. If I love them much, I should desire to live more years.

There is forever

My husband and I may not share the same life principles and perceptions on many things but we remained together with genuine love and loyalty. Rey has been there through my sickness and wellness, joys and pains. He is not just a loving partner but the cure to all my worries. He indeed is my forever. I knew he will be beside me until my last breath.

True friends exist

Funny but I have lot of nurses to take care of me. I have Cynthia who helps me decide about my plan of hospitalization, Melba and Nancy who monitors my daily blood sugar and is my spiritual adviser, Grace who does the treatment and many others who remained to be my friend consultants. I thank Dr. Joey Villanueva for the help and to my sister Ann’s true love. These are people who journeys with me as I battle for my illness. Thank you for making me realize that I also need to love myself!

Ahh.. For those people who never gets tired of loving me – please don’t stop caring!