Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Pardon my own POV: Cancer
Pardon my own POV: Cancer: "Death is a word which we all hate to utter especially when we’re in the peak of our lives. At times when we enjoy the many wonders of life n..."
Cancer
Death is a word which we all hate to utter especially when we’re in the peak of our lives. At times when we enjoy the many wonders of life not to mention the trials and pain we have to endure. As I always remember what my aunt says, “it’s happy to live a life even when you are in trying times for at the end of the day the beauty of it will always emerge”. But the end of it is a fact that we should face or should be prepared for. As the saying goes, “death comes like a thief in the night.” For most of us it’s true, yet there are people who have the luck of knowing when it would be and be prepared for it. Or are they really lucky to know when the reason behind is the worst illness of all that we have known?
There was once a priest who said that cancer patients are lucky for they can prepare for their death while they are still strong, slowly being eaten by cancer. Yet the pain which is associated with it is the agony for the patient and its family. I should know, because my mother was a cancer patient, she had a cervical cancer. Something which she had felt for so long but wasn’t aware of. She usually takes pain killers and tabs which she had to drink to stop the bleeding. Not until the day she was bleeding profusely did I insisted on taking her to the OBGyne who by the first time she checked her had sensed something was getting worse with my mom.
It was cervical cancer that was causing the bleeding, stage III. I can feel and hear the pain she went through, started losing weight until she was completely bedridden. Then as a very strong person as everyone knows, she even told me how she felt way back when the cancer wasn’t as worst. She really was a strong person; it was from her I got my strength. But was she able to prepare herself before her death? In some ways I could say she did though time was so short for her to accomplish everything she wanted to be done. For what can a weakling patient do in a span of less than 3 months? Then with her heart and soul she freely committed herself to her creator unlike accident victims and victims of violence. Cancer has a way of preparing us for death maybe…but who in this world would want to have cancer? No way, not anyone would do…I’ve seen many of them and the pain they suffer, the cost of having it for as long there’s still a heartbeat you will try to save a cancer patient though you know he will die just the same.
Sometimes we fear death because we don’t want to leave our loved ones. We may envy cancer patients if we believe they are lucky to know they are dying so death won’t come when we least wanted it. Cancer is a disease, a painful one, an expensive illness but not a way to prepare and change our lives to be better before we leave. For we can always do what is right and ought to be in the right direction as long as we live…as long there’s air to breath…to enjoy life even with so many trials…to live one day at a time…and just be glad to experience life…
There was once a priest who said that cancer patients are lucky for they can prepare for their death while they are still strong, slowly being eaten by cancer. Yet the pain which is associated with it is the agony for the patient and its family. I should know, because my mother was a cancer patient, she had a cervical cancer. Something which she had felt for so long but wasn’t aware of. She usually takes pain killers and tabs which she had to drink to stop the bleeding. Not until the day she was bleeding profusely did I insisted on taking her to the OBGyne who by the first time she checked her had sensed something was getting worse with my mom.
It was cervical cancer that was causing the bleeding, stage III. I can feel and hear the pain she went through, started losing weight until she was completely bedridden. Then as a very strong person as everyone knows, she even told me how she felt way back when the cancer wasn’t as worst. She really was a strong person; it was from her I got my strength. But was she able to prepare herself before her death? In some ways I could say she did though time was so short for her to accomplish everything she wanted to be done. For what can a weakling patient do in a span of less than 3 months? Then with her heart and soul she freely committed herself to her creator unlike accident victims and victims of violence. Cancer has a way of preparing us for death maybe…but who in this world would want to have cancer? No way, not anyone would do…I’ve seen many of them and the pain they suffer, the cost of having it for as long there’s still a heartbeat you will try to save a cancer patient though you know he will die just the same.
Sometimes we fear death because we don’t want to leave our loved ones. We may envy cancer patients if we believe they are lucky to know they are dying so death won’t come when we least wanted it. Cancer is a disease, a painful one, an expensive illness but not a way to prepare and change our lives to be better before we leave. For we can always do what is right and ought to be in the right direction as long as we live…as long there’s air to breath…to enjoy life even with so many trials…to live one day at a time…and just be glad to experience life…
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Pardon my own POV: misfortunes
Pardon my own POV: misfortunes: "Life is full of misfortunes, no matter how hard you struggle to be on top, you always find yourself being pulled down. Sometimes it maybe th..."
Pardon my own POV: Freedom
Pardon my own POV: Freedom: "Many lives were wasted and sacrificed in pursuit of what they call freedom. While there are heroes who died of bloody battle, there are thos..."
Pardon my own POV: The Beggar
Pardon my own POV: The Beggar: "She's sitting at her favorite corner, where she stays until the mass has ended and all the people had gone. Sitting comfortably, as if sayin..."
Pardon my own POV: Keys
Pardon my own POV: Keys: "I once knew of an old lady who had many keys. As a child, I wondered why does she have so many keys, until I gathered the courage to ask her..."
Keys
I once knew of an old lady who had many keys. As a child, I wondered why does she have so many keys, until I gathered the courage to ask her..She smiled, and said those were the keys for things which she treasures be. I was fascinated and thought she must be that really rich to have those keys to her treasures.
Then, she put her hand on my head as if reading my mind, and said that there's one key which I still don't see. I looked-up at her with innocence, holding my tiny hand, she placed it on top of her chest," in here you could feel the key which makes us happy, which gives us peace, which makes us trust others, the key which gives us hope...and it is the key of love. The love which makes me want to live, the love which I share to anyone without wanting in return, the love which is always lost when people let hatred govern their hearts and mind.
I remembered that old lady, and I once dreamed of having treasures and keys to lock them up, but I never did. For I am not rich as she was,yet I had the most important key....The key of Love...
Then, she put her hand on my head as if reading my mind, and said that there's one key which I still don't see. I looked-up at her with innocence, holding my tiny hand, she placed it on top of her chest," in here you could feel the key which makes us happy, which gives us peace, which makes us trust others, the key which gives us hope...and it is the key of love. The love which makes me want to live, the love which I share to anyone without wanting in return, the love which is always lost when people let hatred govern their hearts and mind.
I remembered that old lady, and I once dreamed of having treasures and keys to lock them up, but I never did. For I am not rich as she was,yet I had the most important key....The key of Love...
Friday, February 11, 2011
The Beggar
She's sitting at her favorite corner, where she stays until the mass has ended and all the people had gone. Sitting comfortably, as if saying it's her territory. Then a woman who was dressed at her best got angry when she tried to hold her begging for alms. Acting as if she was infected with a disease which she may have caused if she was able to touch her skin. She was so angry, that hypocrite, I could say she was a saint for she never missed a mass. Or maybe she thought she was a saint, less miserable than that old woman, a head-turner to the society where she belongs. Looking back, I asked my self, if she was truly luckier, having to spend much to maintain her status, to earn bigger for the luxury of life she was used to. She worries of what she will wear the next day, how many recipes she'd prepare on her table, of how many times she'll change her sheets. While the old woman who is contented with rags wrapped around her body, of the alms thrown to her to buy something she could eat, if luckier, she could find a sandwich in the trash, and she could sleep soundly lying on her favorite corner. She never have to worry about the society who doesn't worry about her, she was luckier for she was satisfied of what she have, of what she can afford of having...That old woman...the beggar...
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Freedom
Many lives were wasted and sacrificed in pursuit of what they call freedom. While there are heroes who died of bloody battle, there are those who fought in silence. Men who believed a pen and paper is all it takes to awaken people of their deep sleep and surrender from their bloody deeds. Yet as we march towards the street and brag about how we gained or regained our freedom, we find ourselves consoled of the fact that it is temporary. For when we are not satisfied of what's happening around us, of what we had since we joined the battle, then and again shall we struggle over and over in search of the 7 letter word. But then, why don't we ask ourselves first if we know the real meaning of freedom before we run to the streets or begin a fight? Maybe freedom isn't about being free from dictatorship and be able to say words which insults other people; perhaps it isn't about being able to do whatever you desire without anyone controlling us. Well, freedom for us to know is when we are open to hear and understand the shortcomings of other people, when we can go about without the fear of ending up as a victim of crimes, when we are free from the desire of human lust, of luxuries which makes us desire for more than we need and of the desire of being always at the top and in power among others. When we could free our mind of such desires, then we can truly say we are free!
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
misfortunes
Life is full of misfortunes, no matter how hard you struggle to be on top, you always find yourself being pulled down. Sometimes it maybe the result of what we've done in the past, or maybe we want much more than we needed. Only the strong survives, those who have the power and the money to make things happen the way they want to. But then, misfortunes aren't always misfortunes as we think they are...For they could end up as hints to what we really deserve and are capable of having and doing...Life indeed is how we make it, misfortune or not, it's always up to us to continue fighting for a life we wanted or we could just let ourselves be swept on a direction where we suit....
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