I remember our college days when we were both adventurous and went with the latest “fashion” which was student activism. At first we called it fashion (uso). On your part, you left your parents and your comfortable life to experience the life being a full time activist. On my part, I joined because of the cause. I believed in it. But for you, it was all for fun. Meeting new friends, exchanging bright and useful ideas. That was 1980.
After a year, you decided to leave the movement and try another endeavor. In fact, you shifted your course from BS Accountancy to Midwifery and transferred to another school. You graduated with flying colors. You even practice that profession for more than a year and then got married to your high school sweetheart. You were blessed with a beautiful daughter from that marriage.
But fate was not very good. You were separated from your husband due to infidelity, and you decided to go abroad. For more than a couple of years, you stayed in a foreign land and met a man you called your “soulmate”. This time your union was again blessed with another beautiful daughter.
After sometime you decided to go home because your eldest is growing up without you. You brought your second child with you and left the father of your second child in that foreign land with a promise that he’ll support financially and go home after you.
Two years after, the father of your second child has disappeared like a burst bubble. Without any hint, he cut off his communication and financial support, leaving you wondering why, but with no recourse but to accept. I remember asking you why but you casually replied “life’s like that sometimes.” That was 1996.
Next thing I know you were planning to work abroad again, leaving your two kids to your mother. Once you’ve finished your 4-year contract you signed once again for another contract to another place. This time around you weren’t able to finish your contract due to your health.
You were diagnosed with multiple gallstones and was scheduled to have an operation but instead decided to went home because of so many reasons wherein one is you doubted the medical (surgery) capacity of the people you were checked in. And so your employer sent you home. Miraculously, when you were reunited with your daughters you felt as if nothing’s wrong within your body. So surgery for your gallstones problem was set aside. That was 2002.
You put up a small business (gowns for rent) and did some tailoring work which luckily worked and boomed. This time, another love affair grew with someone you taught was worth having. But you told me after sometime that you were mistaken because the guy was a con. Just used you for his end and so the relationship ended abruptly.
Ten years after you were offered to work in a government office at a barangay level to act as a counsel for women until you were disturbed again by these gallstones problem. You were rushed to a hospital and was successfully operated. Unfortunately, you were diagnosed with a much more disturbing problem in your pancreas and it was a cancer at its third stage. This was September 2015.
When I paid you my nth visit, you were requesting me the most impossible and shocking request I ever had in my life: end your life for the unbearable pain! That was more than a week ago. I am distressed every time I think of you. Lying helplessly in great pain. For the second time of my life, i am praying and asking Him to have you to end your physical pain! I can’t stand thinking and seeing you in that situation. The sight of you haunts me every moment… May He fetch you the soonest possible minute for, my very good college friend, to rest…in peace…