GOD MUST BE MISSING ME

The TEXT

It was just an ordinary afternoon, I reported for work at around 11 in the morning, and then had my usual afternoon office itinerary. Until, I got this text from a distant relative informing us the health condition of my Papa, luckily I was scheduled for day off the following day.

The following day, I hurried off to our province to see how my Papa is. As early as six in the evening we arrived home and decided to bring Papa along with us to the city for health consultation.

The next day, I brought Papa @ Cebu Velez General Hospital for mere consultation only, however the result of the check up isn’t good. Papa has to be admitted immediately for blood transfusion. My blood kind a rose up to my head, questions were rushing in to my mind as to where could I get funds for his hospitalization. Before looking for answers, I first ask his physician what are the possible consequences if we were not going to admit him, coz at the back of my mind I am hoping that it’s not that worst and that I can still have time to look for funds. But then, Papa’s admission has to be done immediately, I am actually holding back my tears knowing that, but thanks to God because He sent us a flock of angels to help us.

“God’s Angels of Help”

Prior to Papa’s consultation one of the OPD’s staff (to whom I forgot her name—so ungrateful of me ) refer us to the Social Worker, in which Papa became a CIM Patient benefactor. The social worker told us that we don’t have to pay for the ward and the doctor’s professional fee, all we have to shoulder is only 50% of the laboratories and medicine. Dr. Alberca my Papa’s attending physician also did a great help for the admission of my father. He was the one who talked to the teller to allow us to admit Papa w/ only a deposit of P1, 000.00, (the only amount left n my wallet that time), with the promise that we will pay the additional P3,000.00 in the evening. With that I was at ease, God is really great, He really never fails to be there for me every time I needed him most, although I sometimes don’t find enough time for Him. And at that moment, He gave me time to seek help from our relatives for us to source out additional funds. Papa was then admitted w/ the help from the Angels sent from by our Father.

“Every blood donor is a hero.”

However, our dilemma did not end there; our next problem was to find type B+ for blood transfusion. And I swear it was not that easy to source out for fresh blood. I went to Red Cross, then to our local Blood Bank, only to find no to available for the moment. The sight of perhaps relatives of other patients from hospitals waiting in vain for a blood donation drained my energy that day. I seek help from our neighbors, to our relatives and even turn to networking site, but still nothing. There were moments when I couldn’t held no more my tears, thank God during those times I still manage to compose myself.

Three days after my Papa’s confinement my sister Lyn phoned me informing their building security guard is willing to donate blood. I was so relieve and thankful. There it goes Papa has his first blood transfusion. Huh! (Sigh of relief). A couple of days after, we finally got blood from Red Cross.

An End to our ordeal

After the second blood transfusion my Papa’s physician allowed him to be discharged, since his rbc was no longer in the dangerous level. Thank God, finally I can breathe loosely!

Papa is currently on home medication now will be have to be back again next month for his follow up check up. Hopefully by that time, he will be completely well.

Realization

In my 12 / 7 job, wherein sleeping is almost my only time for myself, it is still not an excuse to have no time for God. As they would say: What if God has no time for you? Exactly, what if God has no time for me, for sure I couldn’t find my direction. I have been into the same situation as this about years ago, the first one was when I was diagnosed with hyperventilation syndrome, the next one was when my sister gone through operation due to gallstones in her gall bladder. In between these ordeals at some point I had asked God why I have to undergo all these, but at the end of the day I realized it is God’s way of awakening me from the long sleep. Its God’s way of saying: Spend some time for me. It’s His way of reminding me, who am I when I’m not in him.

“Sometimes, it is on the stormy days of our journey when God will draw us closer to Him.”

Remember to always give at least 5mins of your 24 hours in a day for God. 

GOD BLESSES US ALL!!! 

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