And he left her.
After 8 years of investing her life to the man she reserved to freely say her "I do".
Much worst, he impregnated her cousin.
I can imagine the emotional turmoil of betrayal, broken promises, unexplained anguish of losing the man she imagined herself to love and hold, in sickness and in health, till death do they part.
Maria was stricken that nothing last forever...
Meeting Pain
I used to work in Surgical Ward before I became an ICU nurse. Dealing with conscious post-operative patients was indeed a good training ground. I learned to see and smell and touch what pain is and how it turns an angelic face to a monstrous homo-sapient. I learned to distinguished pain that was a product of a break in the skin, and that of a lash in the heart. I remember one patient who submitted herself for admission. The call bell in her room doesn't stop that it becomes the soundtrack of the Unit. I was thinking all along that her pain medication has no avail. When I went in to ask for what she needed, she wanted me to adjust the pillow. She wanted me to turn off the lights. She wanted me to change the channel of the television. She wanted me to close the door of the bathroom. She wanted me to open the bottle of water for her.
I realized that she is indeed in pain.
But she doesn't need my pain medication.
She needed my presence in the form of frequent calls.
To talk to her.
To tell her what time of the day it is.
She's was abandoned in her old age.
She is the face of pain in the modern world.
It was when I can honestly say that I am a superstar staff in implementing the Pain Assessment Tool.
Experiencing Pain
I have my most intimate story of what pain did to me. I was only 9 when my father was murdered. The most ideal time when a child views the world ideally. That tragic turning point left a deep cut in my heart. But as what a good friend told me, "there's always something good that will come out in our misery". It is in our most painful experiences that we draw the same vigor to help others who are in the same boat. It is in the darkest hour that we learn to be susceptible to the present light. It is usually in our deepest cuts we come to realize the power of faith, that healing comes with the rhythm of time and space. And in that point when you feel it doesn't ache anymore, you know that nothing, nothing can shun you away.
To the man who left Maria, I would like to thank you for hurting her.
Because you showed her that life doesn't end where she thinks it did.
Thank you for shattering her world.
Because she found that there's a bigger world apart from you.
Thank you for breaking her spirit. Because she found beauty in each of her broken piece.
Thank you for giving her the chance to get lost.
Because she found the way to be whole.
Thank you for her pains.
Because it led her to find the man I called my father.
Pain has its ugly face. Pain has its adverse effects.
But I tell you, pain is good.
It made me better.
It will make you better.
Decide to choose pain to make you better.
Maria did.
Thanks, Mom for being brave.
Much worst, he impregnated her cousin.
I can imagine the emotional turmoil of betrayal, broken promises, unexplained anguish of losing the man she imagined herself to love and hold, in sickness and in health, till death do they part.
Maria was stricken that nothing last forever...
Meeting Pain
I used to work in Surgical Ward before I became an ICU nurse. Dealing with conscious post-operative patients was indeed a good training ground. I learned to see and smell and touch what pain is and how it turns an angelic face to a monstrous homo-sapient. I learned to distinguished pain that was a product of a break in the skin, and that of a lash in the heart. I remember one patient who submitted herself for admission. The call bell in her room doesn't stop that it becomes the soundtrack of the Unit. I was thinking all along that her pain medication has no avail. When I went in to ask for what she needed, she wanted me to adjust the pillow. She wanted me to turn off the lights. She wanted me to change the channel of the television. She wanted me to close the door of the bathroom. She wanted me to open the bottle of water for her.
I realized that she is indeed in pain.
But she doesn't need my pain medication.
She needed my presence in the form of frequent calls.
To talk to her.
To tell her what time of the day it is.
She's was abandoned in her old age.
She is the face of pain in the modern world.
It was when I can honestly say that I am a superstar staff in implementing the Pain Assessment Tool.
Experiencing Pain
I have my most intimate story of what pain did to me. I was only 9 when my father was murdered. The most ideal time when a child views the world ideally. That tragic turning point left a deep cut in my heart. But as what a good friend told me, "there's always something good that will come out in our misery". It is in our most painful experiences that we draw the same vigor to help others who are in the same boat. It is in the darkest hour that we learn to be susceptible to the present light. It is usually in our deepest cuts we come to realize the power of faith, that healing comes with the rhythm of time and space. And in that point when you feel it doesn't ache anymore, you know that nothing, nothing can shun you away.
To the man who left Maria, I would like to thank you for hurting her.
Because you showed her that life doesn't end where she thinks it did.
Thank you for shattering her world.
Because she found that there's a bigger world apart from you.
Thank you for breaking her spirit. Because she found beauty in each of her broken piece.
Thank you for giving her the chance to get lost.
Because she found the way to be whole.
Thank you for her pains.
Because it led her to find the man I called my father.
Pain has its ugly face. Pain has its adverse effects.
But I tell you, pain is good.
It made me better.
It will make you better.
Decide to choose pain to make you better.
Maria did.
Thanks, Mom for being brave.
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