Cancer and all
27 July 2009 I felt ashamed of myself for thinking that mama might be gone anytime soon. This morning, I accompanied her, along with my brother Manny and nephew Adrian, to San Juan de Dios Hospital for her LYNAX session. As I was waiting for my mother to come out of the radio therapy room, I was seated next to a man who was waiting for his turn to undergo therapy. I didn’t know at first that he was also a patient. I was really surprised when the attendant motioned for him to get in. He looked so healthy and agile, very far from someone who’s battling with cancer. And I realized just how little faith I’ve had! Mama will get well, and it doesn’t matter now if her cancer’s already at stage 4. Who cares, really? If I had asked God before to give her one more ‘healthy’ year, now I’m bold enough to pray for more years added to her life. And as I did so, a thought came to me. Do I think of God as a magician? Asking Him to conjure something …