Santi...

I called a gradeschool friend who we fondly called Khintz in school. Her youngest child is just about 3. I would love to see her. We laughed quite a bit as we talked about her daughter. I said she seems a lot like Khintz.

I read in Facebook some days back that she e-mailed friends to say prayers for her and her husband. He is now sufffering from stage 4 liver cancer.

When I heard in the news that the latest typhoon’s name is Santi, it made me remember Khintz’ husband. I thought it was such a coincidence. Her husband’s name is Santi.

Anyway, her husband is undergoing medication now and she said the doctor made it clear that it wasn’t a cure…it was just to prolong his life. I encouraged her not to give up though deep in my mind, had I been in the same situation, I would probably react as her husband did. He said what for…it would lead to the same thing anyway. I guess people who worry about leaving their families with nothing because of medical expenses to prolong their lives, would tend to think that. On the other hand, it really is sometimes a matter of attitude.

The medication is further draining their finances. One tablet costs about $50 which he has to take 4 times a day. We parted as her husband started coughing heavily again. I could hear him from the background.

It was a sad moment to get in touch again but at least we had our laughs…and I hope that at least was some comfort for her. We will try to meet soon. I hope I can help her somehow.