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The Moment I Chose to Live


I can still remember the day when making the right choice was the biggest challenge of my life. Two years ago, I had a life-threatening disease that could have led to my death. It all started last December 31, 2010 in our province, Malita, Davao del Sur when I woke up at three o’clock in the afternoon. When I went out of the room, I saw my Tita preparing the ingredients for our dinner. Since that dish was really my favorite, I decided to eat only bread so that I can eat a lot more later. We were in church attending mass at six o’clock in the evening when the upper part of my stomach ached. My mother and I assumed that it was nothing and I just needed to apply some liniment on it.
When we arrived home, the dinner was ready. And since I only had bread for breakfast and lunch, I ate a lot until my stomach ached again. The feeling was as if I was still hungry. So I went to my room and rested but I found myself eating again, thinking I could ease the pain in that way. But the pain never went away, it hurt even more. I cried and cried because I was already feeling back pains and this scared my mother. She brought me to the hospital, but the doctor said that it was just ulcer and gave me medicines for it.
I took the medicines, but there were really no changes, no effect at all. So my Tito decided to call a faith healer. The faith healer arrived, prayers were said and rituals were done. But still, the pain that I felt was still there. My mother was very worried, but the fear I felt in my heart was worse. I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t know what to do. I tried to keep calm but the thoughts in my head were really bothering me. I had the worst New Year’s gift ever, celebrating New Year lying in bed and suffering from stomach pain.
The next morning, we decided to go home to Davao so that we could go to a better hospital. I was a little relieved from the pain. When we got home, I even started to make my project to pass when classes resume on January 3. A few minutes later, I started to feel the pain again, but I didn’t mind because I really had to finish my work. At six o’clock, the pain was back again! I cried and my mother said that we will go to the hospital the next day. So I lied in my bed crying and trying to fight against the pain. I prayed to God and told Him that I needed Him. “Lord, if you want to take me now, please take me. Because I can’t.. I can’t do this anymore...” I begged as tears fell from my eyes.
I called out for my mother and told her that I wanted to go to the hospital. When we arrived at San Pedro Hospital, a nurse offered me a wheelchair but I said I could still walk. As we entered the Emergency Room, I was worried because there were so many patients. Minutes later, a nurse or maybe a doctor examined me and asked me some questions. I was admitted and was not allowed to eat nor drink for a couple of days.
The first night was the worst; I cried so much, which made my mother and the nurses panic. My mother was complaining because they didn’t do anything for me to feel better. The nurses were trying their best, I knew. It was four or five in the morning when I fell asleep.  When I woke up, I wanted to eat but sadly, I couldn’t. My doctor arrived and said that I’m going to take some laboratory tests. So after many tests like x-ray, ultrasounds, and others, the doctor said that it was Pancreatitis. It is inflammation of the pancreas, which required immediate medical attention and hospitalization during an attack. If not prevented, this can damage blood vessels and lead to internal bleeding, which may be life-threatening.
            It was my third day in the hospital when my classmates came to visit me. And then I remembered that classes had already resumed two days ago. I felt like I wanted to regret all the things I did that made me have this disease but I didn’t, because I believed that everything happens for a reason and God has plans for me. So the next day, I was allowed to eat and drink a little because the doctor said I was recovering. That news made me and my Mom very happy.
            It was Friday when my doctor said I could go home. The pain went away and I was already fine. The doctor told me about the things not to eat and not to drink: acidic foods and alcoholic beverages. The doctor also said that we must be thankful that I was brought to the hospital in time because if I were not, I could have died.
            I left the hospital with such happiness in my heart, because I survived, because God has given me another chance to live, and because I made the right choice – to live. The things that we have and the things that are happening now are all from the choices we make, from the very moment we open our eyes to the moment we close them. It is our own choice, and it will always be that way.

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