I’m not ready yet for the holidays. 🫠 I still have so many things to clear in my to-do list! I can’t face carmageddon yet in Metro Manila 🤦🏻‍♀️

Anyway, I only found out that PGH Radiology doesn’t have sedation for MRI with contrast. The scan needed by my child is full abdomen and that is for two hours. The Radiology staff recommended that I go to FMAB for that, which I did.

That answers my question as to why were we scheduled for an MRI at FMAB and not within the same building when we were still admitted. And because it was difficult to pin down the anesthesiologist on time (before the biopsy), we didn’t push through with it anymore. And by the time FMAB was able to calendar our scan, we were already discharged from PGH.

So that’s what I did this afternoon, try to pin down again a schedule that fits with the anesthesiologist. Tentatively it’s on the 12th but I asked if we could move it to the 4th week so it would exactly be 2 months since taking the anti-TB meds and the CT scan. I told the technician I’m not sure if it’s ok we would be short of 2 weeks…our oncologist is already abroad so I can’t text her today. If the anesthesiologist is not available by our requested week, then I’ll take a chance on the 12th. If the colon walls still have the same thickness as before, then chances are it would still be the same way two weeks later. But still…I have a nagging feeling that the two-week difference is significant.

So I don’t know…I need to wait for FMAB Radiology to agree to 4th week of October before I ask for a paid time off (PTO) from my boss by next week. I plan to take my PTO in time for the MRI, visit to the oncologist, and have rest days as a gift to myself on my birthday week.

Along with the MRI scheduling, I checked out Jjimbang Hotel and Spa in Malate, Manila and see if it’s a viable option for us before the MRI or after the procedure because my body is already screaming for onsen!

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HOWEVER, they don’t have hot pools for women—only men have the privilege of having one. Which is terribly disappointing. What’s the point of going there when you can’t have onsen?!

After that disappointing visit, I decided Twin A and I would just have to make do with the hotel nearest PGH and just book Zennya and have my massage there.

My sis-in-law and I went to Rustan’s Makati for her appointment with a skincare specialist that was launching a new product to the Philippine market.

After dinner and buying Silvanas for my brood to take home, SIL and I drove home and stopped at an onsen in our own town. To think I am just 15 minutes away from here—I haven’t bothered checking out this place for more than 20 years!

They’re now offering private rooms with their own onsen (instead of taking the public onsen), book physical therapy, accupuncture, ultrasound therapy, etc. I can choose the overnight, 8-hr, or 4-hr package. Or I can do a la carte for as low as Php 900 (30 mins onsen + 1 hr massage therapy). There’s no reason for me to take the overnight package because I prefer sleeping on my own bed when it’s just 15 mins away by car. I can bring my mom first and try the 2 hr onsen then PT. Or do the 4 hr package (with meal). I will bring my girls later for the 8-hr package. I asked about the temp of the pools, the receptionist said it’s between 38-40 C, which was consistent with what I remember.

I have to fix my schedule!!!

The entire week was gloomy as there’s this typhoon up north that is pulling the southwest monsoon. It’s so perfect for just staying in bed but I can’t.

I want to romanticize my daily life as a way to help myself heal some more. But life has other plans…

In a way, however, my daughter’s illness put me on the right track and brought proper perspective. It somewhat helped me heal in the process because prior to her illness, I was focusing on the wrong things, there were illegal settlers in my head occupying precious real estate there. I was filled with anger and frustration. I took everything for granted.

Now I realize that life is so fragile and it can be taken from you in a snap.

I can see that my mom is already having early signs of Alzheimer’s, which I have seen and experienced from my maternal grandma some 30 years before. Even though I kept on repeating my daughter’s diagnosis to her, she always keeps on forgetting it and my fear is that she will mistakenly tell the UP Manila chancellor that my daughter has peritoneal carcinomatosis when she emails her. My siblings and I will be tricking my mom into having an executive check-up with tests for Alzheimer’s sneaked in. Maybe once we have established it medically, we can have some experimental therapy for her? My grandma had Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s—so maybe she had Lewy body dementia. 🤔 It was so hard seeing her like that…at the end she was like a doll just staring at the ceiling. Not really here and her body was just a shell.

Maybe that’s why my mom’s death wish was to be in the field, even though she was always at risk of getting Covid, which was how she got Covid in August. She didn’t want to go the way my grandma did.

For now, we will take one step at a time.

I would have to make breakfast and work because no other editor is on duty today. Have my cats around while I work my butt off.

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This was my mistake. I cooked a lot of chicken when my kids had a late breakfast today. 🤦🏻‍♀️

They’re now stuck in my fridge for breakfast tomorrow.

For dinner, we drove several towns over for my mom’s birthday. For the ambience.

Tomorrow I will be off to PGH again for the MRI docs, interview, and scheduling. I hope I can wake up early enough so I won’t get stuck in Saturday morning traffic. Weekends are such a drag nowadays…Metro Manila streets are still clogged.

I must start the day early. I shouldn’t sleep again after making breakfast because there are three stories up for editing already and due this morning. Then at noon I must go to my girls’ school so Twin A and I can have the virtual consult with our IDS.

Then I must beg PGH Radiology for the Oct 25th schedule on Saturday. I couldn’t go tomorrow because it’s my mom’s birthday and my sister already had the restaurant reservation for dinner. All those things in-between my deadlines. 😭

All the hoops I have to jump through. A solo mom must make it work.

I’m so tired. So so tired.

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Whelp, I don’t have any reason to complain in the grand scheme of things…Our IDS has bigger problems on her hands: Her son was diagnosed with leukemia three weeks ago. That’s why she couldn’t meet us regularly as we were about to be discharged because her son was so unwell at that time. 😢

While prognosis for childhood leukemia has gotten better with advances in medicine, the experience of taking care and keeping your offspring healthy throughout the treatment process is harrowing.

I don’t want to be in her shoes.

I’m praying so hard for her and her son.

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This is not good for my productivity. My desire to write a long piece today has gone from 80% to zero.

Given that I am emotionally and physically spent, I am so much tempted to sleep in and ignore work. Just beg off and say I’m sick. But I can’t. Majority of editors are still on holiday.

Last night, I saw Twin A struggling with school work because she was exhausted and wanted to sleep. Poor thing went to bed last night at 11 pm after our battle with her Math homework. She has to get up at 5 am because school bus comes at 6:45 am. Can’t skip breakfast because she has a cocktail of medicines to take.

My struggle now is how to help her gain weight. I just bought from Lazada a new digital weighing scale since I lost my old one from the move. Aside from the weekly uric acid test, we should be monitoring her weight and record the changes (or no change). I’m not sure if our doctors are using weight as one of the markers for drug response/resistance (as one study from the Philippines suggested) since her GeneXpert result was negative. The GeneXpert assay was supposed to determine the susceptibility and drug resistance of the MTB found.

My fear is that she is not gaining fast enough since she does not have enough sleep to recover because of homework load. She still has dark circles around her eyes that show she is not well.

Never-ending anxiety coiling inside me. I still couldn’t get a schedule for MRI and my priority is to have it done at PGH because I do not trust other hospitals. Imagine, our old hospital thought she had nodules all around when they were in fact calcification, hence, lymphoma was already ruled out in the second opinion/reading. 🤦🏻‍♀️

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I would just like to say I am floored that a pop drummer was able to do Slipknot and gave her own spin on it. When you have talent and know your instrument, it doesn’t matter what your genre is—you can cross over.

And this guy, the session drummer for Madonna and Michael Jackson, takes on Linkin Park. He is completely self-taught—doesn’t do charts and write drum beats but man, he plays on the fly by completely feeling the song and adjusting on real time. That’s real talent.

Meanwhile, I spoke to the Radiology Dept at PGH and the earliest schedule I could get is Oct 25th and I must rush to have my daughter’s creatinine blood test taken tomorrow because the MRI is for full abdomen with contrast. Then I should go to PGH to submit the medical abstract and MRI order plus I will be interviewed for the full history of the patient.

I don’t know how I will shoehorn everything within this week but I must find ways.

I was chatting with my sister-in-law this afternoon regarding my schedule for the blood tests, follow up check up with our IDS, and the submission of docs to PGH, when this happened.

I was using my phone when I was chatting with her then this appeared.

And true enough, I came to my room and saw this:

Today is a little extra.

Twin A is going to attend her high school for the first time. Although she has been doing school work online and interacting with her class via chatgroup, this is the first time she will be officially part of the class in person.

I hope she doesn’t get sick.

Meanwhile, my cats will be left on their own without having someone harrassing them in the middle of the day.

And I will be working in peace. But the whole of Asia is on holiday for the Mid-Autumn Festival, combined with holidays in India and Australia. I will be the only one holding the fort for the next two days.

I was just too exhausted yesterday as we got home at almost 12 midnight on Saturday. I woke up at 6 am to have my two children nebulize in their sleep because both had been wheezing. Then I slept and woke up at 11 am. That’s how bad it was.

I wish I have another day so I can take care of myself. Just sleep. Feed myself healthily without having to cook.

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Hah, I thought I would be able to take it easy today. I forgot that Japan is alive today and I had to edit a complicated story for the entire day.

To take down the cobwebs in my head, I went out to do some work while I wait for my children to arrive from school.

I also cuddled with my cat to relieve the stress. I’ve been trying to figure out how to book an MRI appointment with PGH using their online booking system. But I doubt if it would even be acknowledged. 🫠

I am angry at Sara Duterte for spending PhP 125m in 11 days, which Congres could not trace where it was spent. She keeps justifying the billions upon billions of “confidential funds” that cannot accounted for by the Commission on Audit.

Here we are, the Philippine General Hospital—the national university/research hospital—is often running out of reagents and similar items critical for running tests. I just had the good luck that we were able to have the TB PCR before they ran out of reagents. It was sad seeing the other patients being turned away because of this situation. One relative of a patient asked where they could do the tests. The hospital named were the expensive private hospitals—and her eyes showed the pain upon hearing St. Luke’s and Medical City.

I want to shout, “you deserve the people you voted for!”

But I couldn’t at that moment. I was just too exhausted then.

I want to scream at the Filipino people, to tell them, “You know we are being robbed in broad daylight but you refuse to acknowledge this stupidity.” I want to lash out at them.

The fight in me went on a holiday. I wanted to get angry but I couldn’t find the energy to fuel the anger.

In contrast, there is not a spec of peeling paint or blemish on the walls of St Luke’s Global City. I don’t think they would run out of basic reagents like those for TB PCR. But of course, only a small percentage of Filipinos can afford this hospital.

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Since the results of the GeneXpert, TB PCR and AFB were negative for MTB, our doctors (hema-onco and IDS) decided to keep my daughter on the onco watchlist. But the CT scan, histopath, and clinical evidence show that it’s really TB. They also think that the 10 days of HRZE (anti-TB) meds given to her by our first hospital could already have done damage to the MTB that’s why it was negative in these TB tests. The decision is to continue with the current therapy and just go back to our hemo-onco next month after we had done the MRI to see if there is still thickening of the colon walls. If that’s the case, then a colonoscopy is needed to do another biopsy.

What stumps them is the high uric acid (including the high TSH); it could be genetic or diet, our hema-onco said. In any case, she recommended that we see an endocrinologist.

After St. Luke’s, Twin A and I went Greenbelt and wait for my sister-in-law and Twin I. They were gallivanting somewhere in BGC while we were in the hospital but SIL needed to do something in Glorietta.

Looking at the prices of the items here, like in PowerMac Center or a bag in Balenciaga, I can’t help thinking to myself, ooh, that’s the price of an MRI with anesthesia…that one is equivalent to a one-week hospital stay…I now equate everything to the cost of healthcare. 😓

To make myself happy, we are ending the day with shabu-shabu.