Raising Money and Not My Blood Pressure

It has been 8 days since dad was admitted to the Coronary Care Unit (CCU) of St. Luke’s Medical Center (SLMC) – eight days of little sleep, lots of stress, and crying tears of infinite supply.

Dad is doing what is least expected of him. He is fighting for his own dear life in ways only a miracle from God could ever explain. And he is showing good signs of coming back soon. We just hope things get better for him because we miss him so much.

Eight days and our hospital bills have rocketed to an awesome Php 645,000! I have never held such a big amount in my entire 28 years of existence. And that is just a partial billing because up to now there is no guaranteed day when dad will be discharged from the CCU. To top it all, SLMC is asking for a partial settlement of the bill ASAP. The last one has put us thinking from the depths of our thoughts: Where in the world will we get that partial payment at this time of the year? That and all other thoughts mixed with dramatic background music and a cup of coffee (black and sweet) has got me writing. I need to let this all out before I sense another migraine coming.

I get to think too that maybe things have a way of happening really. And that I do not possess what it takes to comprehend why things happen the way they do. It confuses me to ponder and it just breaks my heart why when I am about to feel good about my life, shit pours and when it does, it pours good – pretty confusing really.

In the midst of what’s happening to me and my family, I want to keep a straight mind and think of ways to raise money instead of raising my blood pressure. It sure won’t be good to follow my dad to the CCU right now. And it surely won’t do us any good to despair. So help me God and help my dad as well.