I hate hospitals maybe because as kids all three of us are notoriously sick, especially my sister. Among us, my sister maybe the most resilient given that she is the most sickly and survived it and now has a beautiful family with two gorgeous boys (ok, fine, let’s include her husband 😛 ).
Then my brother came along as a menopausal baby; kind of taking the crown from my sister as The Most Resilient as my mother didn’t know she was pregnant that time and would work incessantly around our salon and house. Dear brother clung like anything and shocked us all when he came along five years after I was born.
So that leaves me, the middle child with no “special powers” at all. I weighed in at 7.11 pounds making me the chubbiest of us all, if that counts for something. 🙂
Both my parents, especially my mother prove to be source of our resiliency given the many trials our family went through before we finally got our lucky break. When we all finished school and started working.
And now our resiliency is once more put to the test; seven months after enjoying the news that my father is out of harm’s way.
What comes with this test are realizations that get us through this difficult time.
- That a one-minute phone call from that one very dear person is enough to give you strength to cope knowing that someone got your back covered.
- That though the Philippines and China are at odds over Scarborough Shoal, two people infused with Chinese blood never fail to make me feel panatag in their own way.
To the man responsible for stewing posts at So What’s News, thank you for being so nice to a relative stranger; I am almost sure he’s trying to kill me with kindness. 😀 I haven’t met him and yet he’s more of a friend than those who claim to be friends with me.
To Ivy, who I’ve known for years and just about the friend who keeps reminding you of their presence via texts, tweets and comments. Makulit talaga. But she is one of the truest friends I’ve got.
- It is during this time that the depth or shallowness of relationships or character is gauged. My heart swells with gratefulness over likes, comments and text messages that I receive from relatives and friends, especially those that I least expect from.
- That one cannot simply rely on science and drugs for your love one to heal. I still believe that we can turn to The One to help us. It is faith.
Seeing my father with the IV meds and tube on his side make me wish that it be me instead lying on that bed and spare him the pain because I know I’m a lot stronger than he is right now. Then again I know that it will pain them even more to see any of their children lying on that bed.
Because we are a resilient lot, we still manage to share some laughs courtesy of my very quotable mother and crazy brother. Seeing my father crack into the faintest smile or show his annoyance (which I actually think is concealed bemusement) over my mother’s constant nagging that he eat more and finish his milk, feel like we’re just at home and not confined within the four walls that has been our second home for the last five days.