Yesterday, my grandma was discharged from the hospital. Still, even after tons of examination done, they still can’t find where her bleeding is. Well, she lost about 5 packs of blood (about half of the blood a normal human has) and continuously loosing them along the way. The doctors, even my Gastro-something doctor of a cousin says that the bleeding “might be” in the small intestine. But knowing Philippines as a third world country, even St. Luke doesn’t have that apparatus they use to peek through the small intestine. As far as we were told, the only places that has this said apparatus are the US, of course, Hong Kong, and some other country that I forgot. So basically, our only option left is to bring her to the hospital every week for a check up and to get her a new pack of blood, if it’s needed.
With all these happening, it amazes me of how fast news could travel and reach people that were thought of as “long forgotten no news or whatsoever and can’t be contacted anymore” which are my uncles and aunts who came by for a visit. It also amazes me of how old people could be so childish as to crack a joke that isn’t even funny. But what amazes me most is that for the sake of a person she loves so much, someone with such a high pride could actually bear the insult.