I don’t want to cry anymore. Cause crying hurts so much. I’ve wanted to write about this journey maybe to preserve the good times my mom and I had. Or maybe because when the time comes that God wants to take her back, I have something to remind me of everything. Or maybe I just want to find relief as I write my thoughts and let it all out.
My mom started getting worse right after she celebrated her 68th birthday, Christmas day. I find it curious how fast her health deteriorated. Although later we found out it’s just purely through God’s miracle that she survived that long. She said she prayed that God would allow her good health just to celebrate her birthday. And she did. The following day, she started having difficulty breathing. Two weeks later we were confined in Medical City. Water filled her left lungs. A few weeks later, she was practically bedridden and needs oxygen to help her breath. I’m scared what will happen in the next few days… weeks… do we still have a month…………..
**I started writing this journal last 26th of February, but only got the chance to post it this March.
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