| Wednesday, June 09, 2004
| LETTER TO A YOUNG ILL BROTHER
I am sending this letter via fedex to you directly at the hospital. it takes time if i sent it to our office before you'll be getting it.
I was talking to our doctor, i dont have time to talk to your surgeon, so what i did is i talked to our own doctor and he explained to me what happened at the surgery room and the extent of your illness.
I am very proud of you. you passed the surgery with flying colors. we are all very anxious for your immediate and early recovery. try to follow what your doctors now is telling and advising you. your health is the concern of all of us, so we all ask that you listen to what the doctors and the theraphist will be telling you. i know how hard it is to go under the knife. i had that twice and i can tell you it is not fun.
The contraptions that you have according to Dr. Steve is temporary. they have worked on your esophagial tract so eventually you can eat properly and can drink water on your own. meantime you have to contend yourself for a while being fed intravenously and the water likewise. you don't have to talk or try to speak. that is the reason our Ate Au is there to see to it that she will be your vocie. and Dr. Steve likewise is also there almost everyday from the time you had surgery to check with the surgical doctor the ongoing progress and the progenosis of your illness.
If you will be able to travel, i will come home and take you to the Mayo Clinic in the states. i have talked to Dr. Steve about it and he does not have any problem with it, as long as your doctor in Manila will approve and the airlines will give you permission to board their plane.
Remember the day before your surgery we talked and I told you it is mind over illness?? it is so easy to battle any malignant problem in life if you know how to battle it with your mind and your insistent to survice and live. remember the time when you were a little tyke of 3 years old and we were at the backyard of Lola and i have planted plenty of vegetables at the back yard and one of them is the Ampalaya(bitter melon) that i made climb up to the heights of the tamarind tree? we were sitting at the swing, i was 13 years old and you were a little boy of 3 and you asked me if the fruits of the bitter melong taste bad and bitter, and i told you IT IS JUST IN YOUR MIND. TRYING TO JOKE YOU. i am so tired of taking care of you because you always run around. and i was really tempting you to eat the bitter melon fruit.
i left you all by yourself at the swing and went to the bathroom for awhile and when i returned back--- you have eaten three of the fruits of the bitter melon like as if they are just plain apple. you were still holding the small piece of the fruit in your hand and the rest is inside your mouth. i ran inside the house to get you some water because i was afraid you might cry and hell will break loose with mother and i will surely get it. but you did not cry, no whimper, no complain. you just ate the fruit of the bitter melon and the rest is history that i have never told anybody especially mother to avoid retribution.
Now i am writing this letter to you, to remind you to think about your illness as the bitter melon again and think of it as like eating an apple. take your mind again when you were a tyke of 3yrs old and we were both at Lola's swing and you are eating the fruits of the bitter melon, but this time change the place, make it the hospital and the bitter melon is your illness--the cancer inside that esophagus of yours. i want you to close your eyes after you have read this letter and pretend and make it happen that your esophagus is swallowing those cancer cells instead of bitter melon fruit and let it come out in the wash room and flush it away.
TURN YOURSELF AGAIN INTO A LITTLE PHILLIP AND FORCE YOURSELF TO GET RID OF THAT CANCER CELL IN YOU.
DO IT FOR MOTHER WHO WILL CELEBRATE HER 80TH BIRTHDAY NEXT MONTH.
We will all gather around her and i want to see you all well and can drink your water without any problem and can eat your noodlE soup like as if nothing happened.
MAKE ME PROUD OF YOU AGAIN KIDDO. YOUR KUYA BOY LOVES YOU VERY MUCH.
Pretend that i am there with you, giving you a bear hug and telling you your proudest acheivements in life when you had two great children who loves you very much and a wife who cares for you.YOU HAVE TO SURVIVE TO SEE YOUR SON PILOTS HIS OWN PLANE.
I WANT YOU TO BE HAPPY MORE THAN ANYTHING.
Your Kuya Boy who loves you very much.
|posted by infraternam meam @ 1:27 AM