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    Thursday, June 09, 2005

    Subdural Hematoma


    lolo's stitches
    Originally uploaded by dzaymee.

    80% of my summer vacation was spent at the hospital. My Lola was mastectomized while my Lolo was craniotomized. My Lolo's case demanded a lot more--financially, emotionally, physically, spiritually...in so many aspects. It meant more to me because I was there to take care of him.

    Ugh! Neuroanatomy. His neurosurgeon is exceptionally commendable. But I hated his guts...and wits.

    The whole experience was good exposure, actually. I've learned a lot about cherishing each moment and loving your profession. My Lolo's stubborn image changed incredibly--from a strong-willed old man to a helpless lolo wearing pull-up diapers.

    I love medicine (keep saying for a thousand times...or until convinced). It allows me to love on people, even at their worst. I love my Lolo. I love him even more now.

    Thank you for all the prayers. We never expected such fast recovery.

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