Hubby had his throat operation last Friday February 10. It was over in about 40 minutes then the doctor rushed to me in the reception room after he was wheeled to the recovery room. Then he filled me in with the good news and the bad news. But that is all that I can tell here.
Jun woke up from his general anesthesia after about three hours and then as instructed we went to the surgeon's office where we learned he could not give any prescription until the biopsy result is out which will be on the following Tuesday. We left the hospital and went into the nearest Jollibee branch where Jun had his first meal after the laryngectomy.
What usually happens when we are in the city is we usually take our meals in restos. It is much more convenient. At Ayn's apartment the following day, where we are left to ourselves as the couple work at night, we whipped up a quick breakfast then went out to attend mass at the Sto. Nino cathedral. Ayn came home and was able to catch up with us. At lunch we went to Chow king. The food is Chinese and quite affordable. then Ayn received a message from her cousin Derrick that we should spend dinner together and have fun for the evening.
So the younger set and the two of us comprising the old ones had dinner at ( forgot that now, Dong Juan) which is a walking distance from my sister in law's apartment. then I discovered where the young people hang out on weekends during paydays. they go where the advance entertainment technology is. Kinect is what it is called where for an hour, for 550 pesos (especially higher for weekends) they sang and danced to their hearts' content.
We tried to enjoy what they were doing, until it was time to go.
Derick suggested we go to a church somewhere in Carcar, a town in Cebu city. That was quite an experience for me as I read about the history of place, and how one image there was considered miraculous. We joined a queue of believers who wanted to get near the image of Virgin Mary who was said to have shed tears in 1998 on her birthday. I am not usually superstitious, but at that time I felt I was so desperate I could believe anything. I just noticed the walls of the exhibit area where mementos of previously healed people were displayed . Wigs and hairpieces from cancer patients, crutches and even wheel chairs, letters of thanksgiving placed in glass cabinets that lined the walls. My sister in law who is a cancer patient and who was with us in that queue nudged me and whispered jokingly. I will leave my bonnet here once i get cured. I admire her courage. after all she has to go through, the therapy and the discomfort that came with it, she has not lost her sense of humor.
The place was run by monks (whom we never saw). Only the nuns were seeing to the business side of the whole area. candles were sold, rosaries, prayer booklets and other artifacts were also for sale.
Derrick instructed us to write our petitions beforehand so we wont waste time writing those there. there were so many receptacles where we could drop our petitions and with all those people making their petitions the monks ( I wonder how many there are, nobody would give me the answer to that question) would be reading thousands of them in one day.
This is how the place looks from a distance. It is quite beautiful, and people flock to it as it has earned popularity as the place where the Madonna shed tears in 1998 and how the image turned black at 3 Pm the same day a year after. They displayed photos of the miraculous events, and of course it is up for the people to believe or not.
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