I have never scrimped on dad on a whim. I have never wanted to do that. Haven't I been criticized by a relative or two for taking him to the hospital one too many times when these relatives thought that his situation could improve at home? And even when the doctors, themselves, actually said otherwise, they still never believed it so?
I know the wheelchair I bought, the cane I purchased, the home improvements I had done and so many other things could never come close to the value of my obligations for him but please understand, I have my own sanity to take care of, my husband to attend to, a limited budget and time to work on and people to deal with. The last thing I need right now, especially when I have six days left in Manila is an ambush. If last-minute expenses could be delayed or postponed, why not? If we could resort to cheaper but efficient alternatives, why shouldn't we?
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If marriages go sour, one can and must expect that at one point or another, skinny high school girls grow and gain muscle/fat. I wouldn't call a spade a spade especially when my situation and yours differ greatly from hers.
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It's 3:07 AM and all I want to do is cry. My almost year-long stay in Manila is coming to an end. When I returned on August 1st of last year, dad could still walk, I hadn't met my half sisters yet and I didn't have relatives to butt heads with. Now dad can barely walk, my relationship with my half sisters is awkward and painful and all the hurt didn't spare my affiliation with some of my relatives and friends.
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