The last quarter of the year was not a good time for three of mom's grandchildren.
In October, newly born Hannah Corinne, daughter of my sister Charisse, was left at the hospital for medication. She reportedly had low oxygen and was hooked to the tube. Her food was intubated as well.
She is shown here with my sister more than a month after. She looks healthy now and has gained some weight.
The following month, it was my son Anand's turn to get hospitalized. He underwent an emergency surgery for his appendicitis.
Despite that, I still had a lot to thank God for.
First, it happened during the day and I was able to take a boat to Zamboanga at noontime. My dilemma would have been if it happened at night and there was no way I could be with him right away.
Second, the appendix did not rupture, or else he would have stayed longer at the hospital for treatment.
Third, the love and support (moral and financial) of friends and family held us through and I was at peace during those times.
I was so moved by this sight. I went home to pick up some stuff since my niece, Sheila, was around to escort Anand to the operating room. When I got back to the hospital, I learned he was already wheeled in there. I saw his friends and classmates from the college of engineering waiting outside the operating room as he went under the knife.
This is my Doy the morning after, still groggy from the operation and unable to move because he was scared his wound might hurt. Friends would later tease him that he already has a built-in ATM slot on his belly.
The mother hen that I am, always making sure my son is comfortable and well taken cared of.
On the third day, he was already up and about and making up for lost time by texting friends and playing his favorite RAN online.
In December, it was Ivan's turn to get hospitalized when he contracted dengue fever. I was so much worried about it, thinking about Marichu, Anand's laundrywoman who succumbed to it.
Here he was shown going for a complete blood count laboratory exam during an out-patient medical consultation. Result suggested that he was likely to get it so another CBC exam was recommended every 12 hours.
Later that evening, the second CBC result had his platelet dropping to the borderline. So he was admitted to the hospital. He is shown here regaining his appetite and wanting so much to go home.
The doctor gave him the go signal to go home after over 24 hours of hospitalization. He is shown here goofing around his hospital room.
Thank you God for Your kindness and healing hands. Truly, You are one amazing God who worked in Your own mysterious way in bringing about healing and comfort to all of us.
In October, newly born Hannah Corinne, daughter of my sister Charisse, was left at the hospital for medication. She reportedly had low oxygen and was hooked to the tube. Her food was intubated as well.
She is shown here with my sister more than a month after. She looks healthy now and has gained some weight.
The following month, it was my son Anand's turn to get hospitalized. He underwent an emergency surgery for his appendicitis.
Despite that, I still had a lot to thank God for.
First, it happened during the day and I was able to take a boat to Zamboanga at noontime. My dilemma would have been if it happened at night and there was no way I could be with him right away.
Second, the appendix did not rupture, or else he would have stayed longer at the hospital for treatment.
Third, the love and support (moral and financial) of friends and family held us through and I was at peace during those times.
I was so moved by this sight. I went home to pick up some stuff since my niece, Sheila, was around to escort Anand to the operating room. When I got back to the hospital, I learned he was already wheeled in there. I saw his friends and classmates from the college of engineering waiting outside the operating room as he went under the knife.
This is my Doy the morning after, still groggy from the operation and unable to move because he was scared his wound might hurt. Friends would later tease him that he already has a built-in ATM slot on his belly.
The mother hen that I am, always making sure my son is comfortable and well taken cared of.
On the third day, he was already up and about and making up for lost time by texting friends and playing his favorite RAN online.
In December, it was Ivan's turn to get hospitalized when he contracted dengue fever. I was so much worried about it, thinking about Marichu, Anand's laundrywoman who succumbed to it.
Here he was shown going for a complete blood count laboratory exam during an out-patient medical consultation. Result suggested that he was likely to get it so another CBC exam was recommended every 12 hours.
Later that evening, the second CBC result had his platelet dropping to the borderline. So he was admitted to the hospital. He is shown here regaining his appetite and wanting so much to go home.
The doctor gave him the go signal to go home after over 24 hours of hospitalization. He is shown here goofing around his hospital room.
Thank you God for Your kindness and healing hands. Truly, You are one amazing God who worked in Your own mysterious way in bringing about healing and comfort to all of us.
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