Day 6 Chemo 1. Tue. 07/25/2017 12:45PM
I had a good sleep but woke up with a slight headache. Got a slight throbbing pain in my tummy so I drank my non-dairy soya milk again.
Had a short talk with my Guardian Angel about my brother’s gargantuan complaints on my Father’s messy stuffs most especially the disorganized way of planting vines that eats away the beauty of the surroundings as well as cause rotting in the house of which my brother ends up cleaning every single day.
It’s been like 3 days already that I had to wake up with my brother’s effusive disdain towards our father’s chaotic settings of his things. Such explosive show came out for the fact that most of the time he’s the one putting order and cleanliness around the house. And the mess he just couldn’t take anymore. Dad on the other hand being old and quite cranky as well did not mind after all Alson’s effort. Being the owner of his own house somehow made him invulnerable to anyone and that he could just do anything he likes with it.
Talking of coincidence. God always finds way of creating His incidence. I wanted to talk to my brother without being compulsive or mandatory in handling old people’s habit and God ushered a way for me. While I was having my breakfast, my brother just passed by and we had a nice conversation giving me the chance to talk to him to possibly accept with patience our father’s behaviour. And that being old sometimes they still long to feel they are capable of doing things and we just need to give him (our father) the chance to enjoy it and yet assist him instead to make it better.
Just few minutes later after my talk with Alson, my father came and asked me if he could borrow money to pay taxes. I of course nodded on his request but took the opportunity of telling him about my brother’s concern in all the mess in the household and if they could only talk nicely without the cursing and swearing. In a sweet tone of voice I tried to pacify my dad telling him: “Papa, I think if all these arguments, complaints and cursing will thrive furiously in our house I might not die with cancer but from severe frustrations that I failed to achieve of bringing harmony in our so called ‘Home.’ I’m really trying to make a home for all of us.”
I once told Jerome that if the London bridge is falling down, Morata’s residence is falling down too. I have all these medical expenses, plus expenses for house repairs on top of all the daily expenses. The demands are crucial much more that I am gated to earn as much as I can ‘coz I’ve been on and off in my clinic due to my own medical issues about my health. When it rains it pours literally inside our house since the roofs are leaking. Again God works in the most mysterious ways pouring in manna from heaven to help me out with my predicament.
What I enjoyed this morning was when I was reading through the edited KM Journal. My living Guardian Angel “Noel Jerome Noel” is so amazing on his writing, editing, journalling or script writing, whatever is the right terminology. I was smiling and laughing the whole time I went through it.
“Jer you are so gifted on this thing. Writing is not really my thing.” These were the words I told him when he asked me to write about my cancer healing journey. I tried to exempt myself from writing anything. Yet, he kind of pushed me in doing so even though I told him: “You can let me sing, dance and act but I don’t wanna write.” But with a candid response he just smiled and said: “Write anything what your heart says and I will take care of the rest.” And he did a fantastic job to make it nice to read or may I say pleasurable to read doing it like a pro.
I used to tease him: “I will make you the president of my fans club, my manager, director or scriptwriter ‘coz I’m a frustrated entertainer but now I think I will volunteer as President of his Fans club ‘coz he is so amazing in his writing skills.”
Now I am lost in words and thoughts. I just wanna say; “Ohh! Wow, you Jer! Beautiful, perfect and phenomenal”.
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