Mizz Erna

I don't know if I'm hopeful or in worse denial than mom is, but I'm still in disbelief at Ate Liza's illness, and the surreal speed at which it has progressed. Whatever Stage 4 is, its not good. It's so fucking unfair. Why is it always the truly good people. I mean, she is unbelievably kind, patient, and generous - someone who's greatest "flaw" is her sensitivity. Why? I don't know if I've ever wanted a miracle to happen - which right now looks like her only hope - as badly and as desperately as I do right now. I really hate getting those corny email forwards from people about some seemingly random person needing a prayer, usually hoaxes or stupid attempts for chain emails. But I'm going to be one of those people who will send that very kind of email soon. Unfortunately, if you get one from me, you will know it's no hoax.

In a way, its kind of good that my last day at work was on Friday (which seems like such a non-issue right now, even though its something I've dreamed about for over 2 years now) and I have a few weeks to "breathe" before school starts, coz I'll be able to spend time in the hospital with her. Hopefully find some way to cheer her up by reading her the latest entertainment gossip. Gad, it took writing this blog to get my tear ducts to open up. How corny.