Blogs from Jupiter

Dad doesn’t have TB after all. But he has the Big C of the lungs. And there’s nothing we can do about it because the cancer has affected both lungs at stage 4. It was a case of misdiagnosis. Our previous doctor was treating him for TB. But we cannot blame the doctor because like us, he is just human. 

Tomorrow, our new pulmo specialist will meet the family together with an oncologist, and they will discuss to us the next steps.

I am not losing hope. I believe miracles happen. I see my dad fighting. And when he fights, we will fight as well. 

It is hard. It is so sad. As the eldest among siblings, I have to be the strongest. My mama is spaced out, cannot think clearly, she is still in denial. But I’ve been telling her that she has to be strong because she will be my dad’s source of strength especially when he learns from the doctors his condition tomorrow. Definitely, we will be sad, but we have to be strong for our dad.

We have to be okay for papa. A lot of people have been telling me to get ready, be prepared. Death is easy to accept because that is a reality. But you can never be ready to lose someone you dearly love. We have to be okay, even when we are not okay.