An Act of Sacrifice

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The world was surprised when Vatican City announced that Pope Benedict XVI will resign from his position as pope on February 28. There have been a lot of rumors and criticism why the Pope decided to abdicate his post. Is he resigning because of illness? Is he resigning because he cannot bear any longer the criticism stoned at him? Is he resigning because of this? Because of that? So much have been said about our dear pope’s decision to resign.

Pope Benedict is the second pope I have known (so far) in my lifetime. I was born in 1981 while Pope John Paul II was still the ruling head of Vatican City. When Pope John Paul II died, Pope Benedict XVI assumed his post at the age of 78. It was about 5 years ago. He is 83 now. When Pope Benedict was proclaimed as Pope, he was elected by the Conclave of Cardinals. He was elected through the guidance of the Holy Spirit. Since, he was elected, I believe he has the right to resign if he feels like he will not be able to effectively perform his duties as the head of the church.

Resigning doesn’t mean losing his vocation as priest. Pope Benedict XVI will always be priest. Even the cardinals and the bishops will always be priest. Similarly, if a policeman was promoted to be a general, it doesn’t mean that he will not be a policeman anymore.

People would comment on his resignation that he shouldn’t be afraid because he is close to God; that he should not be worry about hell; that God will be there to protect him and to give him strenght. Yet, we people should realize that Pope Benedict is also human. Pope Benedict may be the Pope, but he is still human. He commit mistakes. He gets old. He gets tired. His decision to leave his post is an act of sacrifice for the good and well-being of the Roman Catholic Church. An act of sacrifice.

I really felt bad when I read my facebook wall last night about how people criticize the pope. That there are really people who doesn’t believe in God for Christ sake! But then again, I realize that this is a free country and we should learn to respect each others’ belief and point of view. (Yet, I say a prayer that the Holy Spirit will be upon Jepoy as he answer comments in the said post.)

Honey and I used to argue about faith. He often criticize my faith though he was baptized in the Catholic church. Nevertheless, I have prayed for him and continue praying for him. We seldom argue about faith now. :)

I believe in God. People may say that it is a cliche’ but truly, everything happens for a reason. Maybe God has a better plan for Pope Benedict. Maybe God has a better plan for Vatican City, for the Catholic believers, for the world.

Surely, God has His reasons and He has the best plans for each and everyone of us including Pope Benedict. We just have to pray, pray, pray and have faith. God loves all of us. So, lets just be good people and stop criticizing and questioning Pope Benedict’s reason for his resignation. Let’s just pray for Pope Benedict and trust in God’s plan for us. :)

Ciao! :)

I remember Papa..

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I went to see my ENT doctor last February 5 for a follow up check up. It was 11 days after my surgery. I was advised for 2-week voice rest more. I can talk now but should be very minimal. I was told to talk only if necessary. If not, then just keep my mouth shut. :) After my check up, I went to SSS Office to check the status of my Sickness claim application. Unlike other counter, Medical line is not queueing. I was able to finish my business in less than 15 minutes after I arrived the said office.

It was still early in the afternoon then that I decided to visit a mall. No, I didn’t go to Megamall. I went to Edsa Central Pavilion. I plan to visit different bookstores in and around it. I took a jeep ride bound to Crossing United from Medical City. I decided to eat a late lunch at Jolibee. I chose to seat on a chair near the Window. I ate lunch slowly and just enjoy the food.

Since, it was nearly 3PM, the place was not crowded like it used to during lunch time. As I gazed around the fastfood chain, I suddently remembered that my father used to meet his “business clients” in it.

My father died 6 years ago. He died of lymphoma. I wasn’t able to visit his tomb on his death anniversary because it was the same day when I underwent the operation. It was January 25.

He used to sit in the far left corner of the resto facing Highway 54. I took a quick look on the said spot. I usually felt sad when I remember my father. But now, I guess I have already accepted that he is gone, and what I felt then was no longer sadness but regret. Regret because he may not be able to see how our life has improved. He may not be able to watch news, movies from a big flat screen. He may not be able to sing in our midi player. He may not be able to joing our family dates. He didn’t us his girls college graduation picture hanging on the wall. He may not be able to see his granddaughter blossom into a fine girl. Yet, I realize that inspite of all these things, papa is happy now and I would like to believe that he is in a better place now than us.

We love you papa and we will always miss you. Until we meet each other again.

Ciao! :)

A Successful Surgery!

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I have been dealing with hoarseness since last 2 days of 2012. I didn’t mind it then because I was also suffering from flu then. I thought it was normal. After my shift last January 2, I decided to see a doctor; and then I started my long sick leave. :(

I was admitted to the hospital in the afternoon of January 24; a day before my scheduled surgery to remove the cyst found on the right side of my larynx.

I was really scared. I do not know what will happen after the surgery. I trust my doctor/surgeon. But, sometime, something goes wrong as well. I have been praying for a successful surgery and for my recovery from our Healer, and of course, I have prayed for Dr. Jarin and all the doctors and medical staff who will be with him as well.
The night before the operation, I asked my cousin to accompany me to the hospital’s chapel. I prayed and prayed and prayed until I felt God’s comforting peace assuring me that everything is going to be fine. And that He is in control.
I couldn’t sleep that night but I forced myself to. My operation was scheduled around 7AM. I slept wearing my hospital gown already. I woke up around 6AM the following day. I didn’t eat or even drink water since 11PM that night. I was on fast and was getting my nourishment on dextrose.

The OR staff fetch me from my room passed 7AM already. At the OR, I was welcomed by number of staff including my doctor. The staff nurse did a routine check on me first before I was moved to the designated room where the surgery will take place.

While waiting, I looked around the OR and saw number 7. Many of us know and believe that said number is associated with God. I know then that He is with me, and I will be fine. :)

Few minutes later, I was moved to the designated room. I was greeted by my anesthesiologist, Dr. Torres. From the stretcher used to fetch me in my room, I was transferred to the bed in the OR. I will be under general anesthesia but a needle was not used on me, thank God! I don’t know the medical term for it but I basically inhaled the anesthesia using a mask. That was the last thing I remembered.
When I woke up, I was still wearing a mask but it was for my oxygen. My heartbeat was still monitored as well as my blood pressure. I was already in the recovery room. There was no pain in my throat. I was just dizzy and sleepy. Praise the Lord, my surgery was a success!

As I leave the OR, I uttered a prayer of thanks to God, to Mama Mary, to my saints and to my angels. I didn’t forget to pray for the other people who will undergo and undergoing the surgery at the time. There are many people waiting outside the Operating Room. I know that there are people whose cases are worse than mine. I even heard one of the staff talking to another that the relatives of one of their patients’ are already in the conference. I just hope that everything goes well for that someone, too.

I stayed in the hospital for four days. I wanted to visit the chapel before going home but I couldn’t. I didn’t have someone to accompany me. My sister and my cousin were working on my discharge clearance.
I knew also that one of the hospital stall will accompany us going to the basement where we will be waiting for a cab. But, maybe God knows that I really wanted to visit the chapel before going home. My sister asked the staff nurse if it was okay to go down the basement without an attendant, and we were allowed. :)

From the 12th floor, we stopped by the second floor and I went to the chapel. I knelt and prayed to God.

Truly, God has always been with me. I know that my ordeal doesn’t end at my operation. I am in recovery stage and I am not talking still. I have not heard my voice yet since I underwent the surgery. I have been longing to talk and to sing. Well, I have been patient and continuously praying.

I believe that everything will be okay. I know God wanted me to do something different, I just don’t know what it is yet. :)

Ciao! :)

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