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Dr. Elio advised me to undergo Cystoscopoy Retrograde Pyelography. At first,  I was thinking twice if we will still proceed with the procedure but I decided to continue it to completely diagnose what causes the dilation of my ureter. Since we went home last June 27 for the 40 days memorial of our Dad,  I asked my Mom to come with us in the city to accompany me during the procedure.

Five in the morning of Tuesday, June 30, preparation for the procedure begins. I ate as early as 5am because I was told to fast (again and again) for 8 hours before the procedure. 7am, my Mom and I are already in St. Luke’s Medical Center for admission; processed papers and finally I got a room. It’s just that it was a ward because there’s no available semi-private room.

Oh No! I can’t tolerate staying in the room (even my Mom) with 4 patients who have severe illness. One with cancer, the other undergone operation, the 2 others  I don’t know. It feels like I get more sick staying there. I don’t even want to lie on my bed, even my Mom. So I called the attention of my nurse to transfer is a private room. We really can’t take the environment any longer.

Simple conversation with Mommy. We laughed at little things – our observations, experiences, anything! I really miss being with her. Maybe if I’m not hospitalized, I wouldn’t have time like this with my Mom.

11am, my nurse have to give me dextrose so I have to change my clothes with patient robe. The pain started when the first needle was inserted in my left hand and it was bulging so they have to remove it and do it again with my right (ouch!)

12nn, the Operating Room staff came to take me to the OR. ‘T was My first time to ride a stretcher and I felt nervous ‘coz this is also my first operation ( at least I am conscious ). My Mom with a prayerful heart walked with the staff to bring me their and she was told that they will just bring me back to the room after the procedure.

Inside the OR, I saw a lot of medical equipments for monitoring patients condition. Nurses, doctors, come to talk to me one after the other to brief me on the procedure that will be done. After about an hour, liquid for sedation was injected and few minutes after I was brought to the main room; I fell asleep; lost my consciousness and the procedure was done. Then, I woke up the staff told me, we’re bringing you the the recovery room.

With half of my body numb (since Regional anesthesia, spinal to be specific was used), waaah! I can’t move my hips and my legs and got back of being asleep as I force to do it. After four hours, finally I can feel my lower half and was able to move my legs so Iwas brought to my room (this time a private one ) with my Mom worrying why it took so long for me  to be backand Vin waiting. Our dear Ms. Aly and my Ate also came to see me.

It really feels different having our Mom around. She take cares of me so well from urinating, fixing my hair and my clothes, changing my undies, preparing my food, giving me my water, handing my phone and the tv remote control, plus all the advices and words of faith, everything! I just can’t imagine how could it be without my Mom in this critical procedure.

Afternoon the next day, I was discharged from the hospital together with my Mom still and this time with Sir Jorge. Thanks to Intellicare, our HMO service provider. It shoulders the more than Php70K bill. I only paid P2K plus for the excess in the room that I stayed.

Bonding with My Mom

I still need rest to recover so I spent one more day at home with my Mom.

She prepared our food (that I miss about her. She’s good in cooking).

She nagged at me when I opened my laptop (haha!).

She washed our clothes (after so long time, because I’m not used of asking her to wash them since I was in grade 1 and I really feel shy asking her to do it unless she volunters) *happy*.  For the first time, I felt being dependent to her (since we were taught of being independent kids).

We looked at old photographs, we recalled memories of our Dad, we shared stories of life. It was really fun and I felt so happy spending the day with my most loved Mother.

I remember the words I told her, “ngayon nga lang ako maglalambing sa’yo”. And it feels great having her to kiss before going out the door, hugging her when I arrive and embracing her good night.

Yes, I got sick and I don’t like it. But this moment, unfortunately I was sick is very precious and memorable to me. Special times spent with a dear Mom, the best one!