I have not done anything these past few weeks, my children were hospitalized last week because of dengue fever. Khleomi was treated for acute bronchitis a week before and just when she was about to finish up her treatment they were both admitted for dengue.

It was the worst week of our lives, the daily blood tests and the trauma the children experienced during that time left us empty and stripped of strength. I could not think of anything except the children, I never want to be in the same boat again. I would rather I be the one hospitalized than see them with three different tubes on their arms. I had no choice every 6am but accept the screams and plea for help whenever I help hold them down so that blood samples can be taken from their swollen arms. The eyes looking at me with anger afterwards are like knives stabbing me in the chest.

And now this… I brought my little boy back to the diagnostic clinic where my sister worked as a medical technologist to have one last blood test to make sure that his platelet count is normal. When I changed his diapers, and saw the amount of blood in his stool everything went out of focus. He was checked and we were referred to a pediatric gastroenterologist. The doctor checked him and found polyps and we were scheduled for a colonoscopy this coming Tuesday, November 10.

I know that things happen for a reason and somehow things will work out for us. I just hope that there will be no more bad news coming our way. We had our fill and I don’t know how much more I could take. But then again, I would be able to face anything for my children… All I’m asking now are prayers for my little ones, especially Xanth, he’s too young to be subjected to such a procedure but we have no choice…