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Some-Kinda-Blog-Stop Another Journey's Over
Some-Kinda-Blog-Stop Another Journey's Over | Another Journey's Over |
| Tuesday, 16 June 2009 | |
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I am happy to announce that Kuya Cris and Ate Pam are now back together in their humble abode in Long Island, NY. The tubes (or drain) on Kuya Cris' side were removed and the PICC line was successfully placed on his right arm yesterday. The IV pole and the medicine supply for Kuya Cris' home medication came in tonight. Tomorrow, a nurse will come to check on him. I think they're going to brief Ate Pam on the procedures as she is allowed to give him the medicine daily since she's also a nurse. Every 48 hours, someone will come and check on the PICC line. Kuya Cris will have this routine for at least 4 weeks. Ate Pam on the other hand will have her ultra sound later this week. She's on her first trimester of pregnancy, by the way. It was a tough journey. It was a test of faith for everyone who was involved. I am not sure if the liver team at the NY Presbyterian Hospital have found the real cause of the abscess but everyone is happy that a lot of it was drained and he's now released from the facility. He had the 2-bed room for himself because he was put in contact-isolation. And believe me, every day and every bed count in a city-hospital. We waited for a bed for 2 or 3 days! Well, everything in His time. Anyways... My frequent visits to the hospital, my daily subway rides (not to mention my first ride on an ambulance and the nurse with a 12-yr dread lock), my walking-and-talking-spree and my building-hopping for the past week, gave me lots of opportunity to interact with people from all walks of life. From a 6-year old girl to some 90-year old lady, from a priest to a retired military guy, from a nurse to a nobody. Strangers that I may never see ever again but will be remembered as I will be writing here, a little about my short encounter with some of them. There was the priest. I met Rev. Fr. Melchor F. at the Blessed Sacrament Chapel when I was trying to find the cafeteria and the big chapel. Funny but my number one goal for that day was to find the cafeteria on the other building of the hospital, instead I ended up walking through a hallway going to that hidden door. "Excuse me, is this the way to the chapel?" I remember asking him. I never realized that he's a priest until I saw the white thing on his coat (near his throat, what do you call that thing, anyway?). He asked if the chapel that I was looking for was the big chapel of the Blessed Sacrament. I opted for the Blessed Sacrament since it was right there, just a few steps up from their office. He asked if I was Chinese or Filipino and if I work there. I said I am a Filipino and that I was only visiting. He is a Filipino (or should we use was instead of is when we're referring to someone who is already a US-citizen?). He's the chaplain there and they have a list of every patient in that hospital. After I said my prayers at the Tabernacle, we talked a little about my status. Then he visited Kuya Cris later that day and we talked some more at the lounge, where he found me having my hot tea. Conversation was still about my status. I was dying to tell him that I am not worried and I know God is taking good care of me but there was nothing spiritual in our conversation. I know his concern was that I have been unemployed for the past 8 months and that too much time have already been wasted (although I don't really see things that way). Indirectly I know he's tried to tell me some options like marrying someone who's already a US-citizen (don't make me start on this topic), or precautions in changing my status, things like that. He meant well. He advised me not to go on vacation (back to the Philippines) until I get a good employer because my length of stay here might change (not sure about this though). I told him I am okay. I still have more than two years here. Father, I am where He wants me to be. I am what He wants me to be. Wherever and whatever He wants me to be, I will be. I wish I have told him that. I hope he includes me in his prayers because although my faith may seem strong, I am still human. Last night, before I dozed off, I had but one question and one request: Pareng G, what's next for me? Lead me. |
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