INDEXING TITLE: rsmujer Medical Anecdotal Report [05-02]

 MAR Title: My Never Ending Story

 Date of Medical Observation: February, 2005

 Narration:

 There I was at the operating room, calmly looking at the patient when suddenly I overheard paging my name “ Dr. Mujer, You have a telephone call.”

 I smiled hearing the little “Doctor” next to my name. It gave me a feeling of great pride and worthy of self-respect. I remembered those days when my father used to tell me how lucky he would be seeing me in a doctor’s suit, paging my name “Dr. Mujer.” But my father never saw what I could accomplish, because two (2) semesters away from my graduation day, he died. He never even had an idea that he could see me in my “Toga.”

 In a little while, I walked along the aisle of the room to the telephone. I was thinking then what was this emergency phone call’s about. There was a sudden fright inside of me and I sense bad news. My sister was on the other line, crying and she just confirmed it. My Mommy was shot to death. I was surprised at my composure. Once again I felt a deeper pain cutting through my body exactly the same feeling I had before when my father was dying. I went back to the team to inform what was just happened and hurriedly changed my clothes and got out the hospital. I was not able to ask permission well to my senior. My mind went blank and my only desire at the moment is to reach the hospital and see my Mommy.

 At the hospital, tears rolled quietly down my cheeks as I gently whispered on my Mom’s Ear, “ Mommy, Kaya Mo Yan…”

 I was so helpless then, my hands are tied and I felt useless. All I could do then is to recall those moments when my Mommy was still ok. Moments like, we talk endlessly about what I could accomplish in life. Our laughs together, comics and life. And the point in time when I had to stop from schooling due to financial constraints and she stood by me. Yes, I became a Doctor because of her.

 My Mommy was not my biological mother. She was just one of my Aunts. But she loved me like her own. And now she was lying, struggling in pain, suffering from severe injuries and I could not do anything. 

 Fear gripped my heart and the day had come to face it. She stayed for one week at the hospital before she left us.

Hours, days, weeks, months had passed, back to the same scenario, I was looking at my patient who is lying and suffering from injuries, slightly the same case as my mommy. I could not help but to bring to mind what was just happened in my life the past few months. And by that experience, I learned how to see life more precious than before. I discovered meaning, real meaning on my responsibilities. That I should be more careful, more exquisite, and delicate in responding to my lawful duty as a doctor, especially to those who need my help for I know many at their back are desperately hoping for it.

 Insights: (physical/psychosocial/ethical/stimulus/reinforcement/discovery)

 Many times I experienced difficult seasons of life including demise of my loved ones. And for a time I was ready to give up. Nevertheless, I found strength not to. And that was when I saw something positive on it, something more. The harder the struggle, the closer I get to goodness. The more I gave in service of god, the more he wanted from me. The more I used the gifts he had given me, the more hidden talents I discovered in myself. And so on…………..

 We always win in life, we never lose. We learn from experience although in a bitter way. This is my story, a never ending one, but not without a never-ending blessings.