My Name Is Hope

Hope is a thing with feathers, that perches in the soul.

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It's All about Good News Today
Almost the entire week, our lives revolved around a very sad news. It seems like my lolo's prostate cancer is becoming more pronounced. There's no way for us to know what's happening, but there's a good chance it's already spreading to his bones.

Yet our family is at peace for a lot of reasons. One of these is that his spirits are up, and even if he understood the seriousness of his case, his hope still floats. He also feels at peace. Thank God for the grace of strength.

He had never been on respirator. He never had trouble breathing. Except for the excruciating back pain, which had now been greatly reduced by his medications, he could still talk, crack jokes, sit, stand a little, and, most of all, manage to make a decision for himself.

We are also hopeful that with strict diet, proper guidance of doctors, powerful supplements, and lots of love and prayers, he will be able to live a much longer and more meaningful life.

On the other hand, I am also happy. My CBC and ESR results are remarkable. For my CBC, all my figures, except for eosonophils, are within normal range. ESR, which dramatically increased from 40 to 50 (August to September), went down to half, 25. I am only five points away from the normal range. I also dropped 2 pounds without any form of exercise.

I would have to attribute these to three things: apple-carrot juice combo, Alive supplements, water, and prayers.

I really don't know what the future holds, but all these pieces of news keep my hopes up. Right now, we will revel in them.


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