Fighter.

I was still at school when my lola (grandma) was rushed in the emergency room this morning. Diagnosis: pneumonia, sepsis, and possible renal failure. She was critically ill when they came in the ER; hypotensive (low blood pressure), chest pain and dyspnea (difficulty breathing). Lab results came and infection was so high, her blood count was a shooting 64,000 from a normal value of 10,000. When my class ended, my cellphone was bombarded by tons of messages from my aunt in Cebu who was already in panicky state. I told her to calm down because she has a tendency to hyperventilate herself and I worry about her too. So, I hurriedly went to the hospital and when I got there, lola's nurse aide looked like she just cried. I knew right there and then that this was indeed serious. But before I could take a peek at my dearest grandmother, the nurse ushered me to sign a consent form because the doctor ordered a central venous offensive catheter to be inserted in the brachial site. They need to cut down, slice open the site in her arm and place a tube inside to help closely monitor and measure the fluids in her lungs because of pneumonia. They need a close family member to sign it and I was the legal guardian.

I saw my grandma being prepared for the minor surgery, and it hurts. I tried my best to keep my tears from flowing because the aide was already crying her eyes out. I kept going in and out of the emergency room, sitting outside the hallway seats because I feel like I was going to faint from all this. My dad kept calling what's happening, my aunt was texting non-stop... I was the only one present there in case anything happens that minute. I can't help but think about how my dad or my aunt is at that very moment being away from their mom and can't do anything but wait for the result, wait for my updates.

But I wasn't able to control my tears when my dad called and really insisted me to place the phone in lola's ears because he wanted to talk to her. I can just imagine the pain my dad is feeling right now. I know he's tough, but I also know he won't be able to sleep. And my aunt is getting the first trip tomorrow so I hope the weather will cooperate. As for me? I'm hanging in here. I have a return demonstration tomorrow at school so I still have to try to concentrate on the procedures. But it depends upon this nasty weather, I won't be able to go to school tomorrow. The road being passed by is already flooded, knee-high when I went home just a couple of minutes ago. How much more now that it began to rain again. There are already rescue teams closely monitoring the overflowing of the river. Tsk.. Tsk.. Tsk..

But lola's a fighter, she always has been. Please help me pray for her health and safety.