We're almost two weeks now in the hospital since we rushed our mom here last Sunday, November 1, 2020.
The first week was kinda hellish! A lot of things are running through our mind. Since my mother is experiencing sore throat, cough and cold, she had to be isolated from us. It was very depressing knowing that she will fight her illness on her own and we can't help her.
It was an insane experience because she needs to be tested negative before being transferred to a non-covid ward. All those times, I was thinking if she'll be positive with Covid-19, it will be a near-death battle for her because of her pre-existing medical condition. All I know was I need to be with her, wether she survives it or not.
A week after, her result came out, thank God, it was negative. She was then transferred to ward.
Back to her illness, she was diagnosed with Stage 5 CKD. The doctor's advised was for her to undergo lifetime hemodialysis treatment. Since she already reached the end-stage of the disease, another option for her to live long is to have a kidney transplant. My mom was very strong with her decision that if one of our family members will be her donor, she'd rather wait and die with it.
To be honest, I am very clueless with what our life would be in the coming days. With her lifetime dialysis, I know that there will be a lot of things that we need to consider. First, we need to save a portion of our salary to contribute with her treatment and maintenance medicines. On top of that, there are bills on the side that we must shoulder too.
All I know at this time is to take things little by little and be more positive that everything will be okay. There are dreams that I might need to put on hold for now and focus on my mom's health. Perhaps, this is my life's purpose. I have yet to figure out too many things and brave the challenges me and my family is facing right now.
I've always been vocal about my mantra. Always channel out my inner Sexbomb, kaya laban lang! 💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻















