Bad things come in three’s, they say.

I refuse to believe that we are about to lose yet another family friend this week. This week. And this will be the one that will break our hearts the most. It’s not fair. It’s never fair. It’s way too soon. 

If you’re lucky, you will meet amazing people in your life. And if you’re really lucky, you will meet people who you swear are superheroes. Ate Hazel is one of those people. She works two jobs as a nurse, taking care of a son with disability (my ever so handsome godson), has two other kids, and is now taking care of her dad who is fighting cancer. Her dad, who seem to look smaller and smaller every time I see him, is back in the ICU as of a few hours ago. I’m terrified for her. I don’t know how she does all this. We help as much as we can, but there’s only so much we can do. 

Honestly, I’m scared. I’m usually not pessimistic, but I’m so, so scared. I know there’s always hope and I believe in miracles, but I’m scared. And I feel incredibly helpless.

In nursing school, they tell you about the countless things about this profession that people love. Here and there, people complain of things they hate, like working Christmas, or 12-13 hour shifts, or rude patients. So far, I think what I hate about nursing is that you take care of someone you have never met and will probably never see again for a few 12-hour shifts. You pour your heart and soul and dedicate yourself in service of this person so they can heal. And sometimes, because you have this obligation, it robs you of the time you could be spending taking care of your own loved ones. Those are the hardest shifts to go through. When you’re taking care of strangers, while you’re own parent is being cared for by someone else.

I don’t know how long Ate Hazel’s dad has left. Days, maybe months, hopefully years. And I don’t know how the next few days are going to play out. I can’t even begin to fathom how Ate Hazel is feeling right now.  But we’re praying. Praying for her, for her dad, for their family. 

May God’s will be done.


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