My Comfort Zone

My 8-year-old son and I were watching this show on TV about health when he asked about his late father all of a sudden. He remembered the things that I’ve told him before about why his father died. He had kidney failure and went through hemo-dialysis for two years before he passed.

I still feel sad when I remember those things, especially when I picture things out once again like the night that he was brought to the ICU because he was having difficulty breathing. That was my first time to have entered the ICU and seeing those equipments like ecg machines surrounding him made the room fell kind of creepy to me.

I get sad when I think of those things, but I have moved on. That is part of life. It is inevitable and we can’t do anything but embrace it.

We went shopping yesterday and saw the elderly roaming the mall. I saw one lady with an arthritis knee brace on which made me admire her. I felt sorry for her though, but it is admiration that I felt more because I felt like it is not something easy to do especially at her age. I was thinking and asking myself while looking at her what could she be feeling at that moment? Was it hurting? Was it uncomfortable? But based on the look on her face, I saw a smile too when our gazes met. She was actually doing great. Good for her!

Hopefully I will not get to the point that I will need to wear one. But if ever, I know I will deal with it with grace.

After suffering from a cold and cough for almost a week now, I am feeling a little better and I am definitely on my way to recovery. I’m so glad that everything is almost back to normal with me. I don’t like being sick. I seldom get sick and this cough that I’ve had is one of the worst ones ever in my life and memory. My lungs were congested on Thursday night to the point that there was a whistling sound whenever I breathed. I had so much difficulty breathing that I wasn’t able to get a decent sleep and I felt like I was going to pass out any minute that night.

I didn’t tell anyone because it was already late in the evening and I didn’t want to unnecessarily worry the family. Had it been that they knew, they would have insisted on taking me to the hospital for sure and perhaps, I’d be given a spirometer test and given nebulizer treatment. We do have a nebulizer but I totally forgot about it and only remembered it the following day. My sister borrowed it, and that’s when I found relief, after she returned it and I used it. Whew! That was close! I don’t want to go or stay in the hospital, not at all.

Anyway, I’m feeling almost totally A-okay now and soon enough, I will be good to go again!

Mom has been spending much of her time at the hospital recently. She’s not the one who’s ill, but her close friend’s husband has been diagnosed with colon cancer and is now in the hospital ICU (intensive care unit) with all that hi-tech medical equipment attached to his body. Mom said he looks pitiful, but all the equipment is helping him hang on and wage a ferocious battle for survival. He is having a hard time breathing at times and they use one of those spirometers to check the amount of air getting into his lungs.

Sad to say, but mom says he’s probably not going to live long in his present condition. We can only say a prayer for him, hoping God will grace him with more years to live. And we’re so very thankful that any problems we have are insignificant compared to what’s facing him. God bless, dear friend.