October of 2018 when we found out my grandfather had Stage 3 Cancer. We couldn't believe it, we were shaken that this healthy and active man could accumulate such disease. Even more, his doctors gave him a maximum of half a year to live.
Our initial response was to pray, my grandmother deepened her devotion even more and would consider going to mass as a date.
We made most out of the moments we had with him. I guess that one way to handle "predictable" setbacks. Specifically, the last he went out before his treatment was in a café, where we enjoyed company and the view.
I remember spending my Christmas break in the hospital chatting and accompanying Lolo during his therapy. This was the time when we felt the immense effects of our situation, mentally for most.
Before I knew it, my grandfather was no more than a silhouette in my mind. But as time went by, I've realized that, that is enough, his presence and eternal love is enough.
I cannot begin to list down the fears I've gained from those 6 months, nor can I list the down the learnings I carry on. But I'll this, setbacks are not meant to be suffered alone. My support group at this time consisted of my family, doctors, and God. They weren't there to prepare me or to think negative about the situation, they were sources of hope. Not the certainty of lolo's life, but the certainty that there is a rainbow after the rain. It was a blessing in disguise, I met family members from around the world I never knew existed. I found a stronger me.
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