Wednesday, December 21, 2011

My only wish...

My father is now in a state where he needs morphine to ease the cancer pains. Morphine is used to treat moderate to severe pain. He needs to take in a minimum of 6 tablets a day and may increase for as long as the pain can still be felt. Last Monday, Dec. 19th I went to his physician, Dr. Andrew Mallen to talk about his present condition. Severe weightloss, no appetite, cough, fatigue and excruciating pain are among his present struggles. There were sleepless nights too due to excessive pain.

Dr. Mallen, his soft spoken doctor explained to me almost everything I need to know about his condition including the things we need to expect in the future. One of the things he explained has something to do with nutrition. He said, nutrition is no longer the primary concern as the nutrients that go inside the body of a cancer patient are just being consumed by the cancer cells. But if he still can, he should eat to cover his stomach and avoid other complications such as ulcer. Dr. Mallen is a practical and straightforward doctor but he's not the kind you will get offense. He feels that we should we know what to expect in cases like my father's. He said that the time will come when my father will have a hard time breathing and our natural reaction would be to panic and bring him to the hospital. If we bring him to the hospital, the doctors will do everything they can to make him live. They will resuscitate prolonging his days and his suffering; eventually he still will succumb to his sickness.

In my previous posts, I mentioned that my father's disease is now on stage 4. He was diagnosed last October. He was given 5-6 months to live which he is not privy about. He's been asking if he was given a "taning" but we decided not to tell him to avoid counting the days. We want him not to worry and let him live with hope and peace.

But what's the hope for and what kind of hope is it, I ask myself? Should he hope of living longer and healthier? Should he hope to see his future grandchildren? I believe not. What I believe is that he should hope for eternity; life beyond death. He should hope to see his loved ones who passed away before him; he should hope to see his Savior and God! Oh what a day it would be! That is what I believe but not my father's at this point. He is in a state where he hopes to see more days on earth. We want that too, I mean who doesn't? We want to spend more days with him, we want to see him more. But not in his present condition. Skin and bones, bedridden and morphine dependent. Eventually, he needs to be fed by others and assisted by others to manage his own bowel and urine. It is no longer him and he is no longer living, he's merely breathing. That is far from who he is. He is the jolly, active friend and a loving husband and father living life to the fullest. He doesn't say "I love you" or "I miss you" but you can just be assured that he loves you. He's the kindest person I know. And because we love him so much, it's very painful to see him suffering in pain.

This christmas, I only have one wish - that is for my father to accept his situation as it is the consequence of his wrong decisions. With acceptance, there's peace. And when there is peace, there's joy. A joyful passing is going to be our strength, our hope and our consolation.


Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Answers...




If there's one thing we always seek for, it's answers. When I was young, I remember I would always ask the people around me about things I don't understand. I'm always curious and that's why instead of joining the sunday school for kids, I'd join the adults and then listen intently to the pastor explaining why worship of graven images is wrong, why not everyone who calls on His name will be saved and what happens when the second coming arrives. I listen intently because I need and I want answers.

The past few days I'm searching for answers to my father's condition. In my previous posts, I mentioned about the battle that my father is in right now. Seeing him in pain is not always easy and selfishly sometimes I'd rather not go to our house where I grew up. I come out of our house a different person everytime I see him in excruciating pain. I'm no longer the positive kind; I would come out as a quiet crying baby. But then not seeing him is for my own benefit, to spare myself from the pain. I should be seeing him because I know that he would like to see us, me and my family. He doesn't say so, but his eyes speak louder.

In my search for answers, God revealed this to me. Some sicknesses are the consequence of our own actions in the past and in the present and it's true as far as my father's situation is concerned. The reason why he got lung cancer is because he's been smoking for more than 40 years. According to medicinenet.com, Lung cancer was not common prior to the 1930s but increased dramatically over the following decades as tobacco smoking increased. The incidence of lung cancer is strongly correlated with cigarette smoking, with about 90% of lung cancers arising as a result of tobacco use. With that fact, I am no longer asking God why my father is in this battle right now. The answer is clear.

Earlier as I was thinking about my father, I can't help but feel sad for family and friends who are on the same boat. Smoking is an addiction and I know that addiction can be overcame with the right support and help from loved ones. They don't need rejection, nor do they deserve isolation. They need our acceptance, then education and realizations. They need the will to stop. And they can if we help them.

Lord my prayer is for me to be courageous enough to educate people about the effects of smoking in a way they don't get offended. Let me start with my family. Amen.

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