Tears of Sorrow | COMPLETED

Twelve

V I N C E N T

"O, ayos ka lang, Vince?" It was Sandra, I suddenly lost my vision at bumagsak.

"Ah, oo, P-pagod lang kaya siguro-" I said, at tumayo ng maayo.

"Sure ka ah?" Paninigurado niya.

"Yes, Oo naman, Thank you." I gave her a faint smile and added, "mauna kana, susunod ako."

She took one last glance and walked away. Ang sakit ng ulo ko.  I've been like this past for the past few days, but I didn't care because I knew the reason. Bumalik ako ng studio at nagpaalam na umalis muna.

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"Buti naman bumalik ka, Vince. I've been waiting for you, Ilang buwan kang hindi dumalaw, you should be here para sa weekly check-up mo." I just faintly smiled and sat. Hindi ako bumalik dito dahil baka sakaling may milagro na mangyari, at mawala tung sakit ko.

I have a brain tumor, in time, at hindi magtatagal ay manghihina na din ang katawan ko.

"Vincent, diba sinabi ko naman sayo na tapusin mo na yang trabaho mo," It was Doctor Santiago, "Magpahinga ka muna. I suggest you should undergo chemotherapy,"

"Doc... you know how I love my Job. I just can't quit like that." I said, explaining. I've been doing this a long time ago. Buhay pa sila mommy and daddy, pangarap din namin ni Zane balang araw mag-tayo ng studio namin.

"Vince, alam ko naman 'yon. Ang saakin lang magpagamot ka muna, di mo nga pinaalam kina Mrs. Marcos bago sila nawala that you had been suffering in a brain tumor." Sermon ni Doctor Santiago saakin, he is my doctor nangmagkaroon ako ng ganito. I had been having this tumor for almost 2 years and a half now.

"Maraming magagaling na Doctor, Vince. You'll still be okay." He added, I looked up and then spoke.

"I don't need chemo for this, kung bubuhayin talaga ako bubuhayin talaga ako. This sick? Wala pang to, gagaling din ako." I said with full hope.

"I've been suffering from a Brain tumor, pero bakit hanggang ngayon nandito pa ako? It means he wants me to live longer, right?"

"It's not yet time, Doc. I know that."  Mahaba kung sabi, with full hope.

It was the last thing I said before tears slowly dropped from my eyes. Doctor Santiago approached and hugged me in comfort, saying, "We'll help you, Vince. Just follow what I'm trying to say. Mas makakabuti."

It's not easy to undergo chemotherapy, especially now that I don't have that large amount of money anymore.

With a heavy heart, I bid farewell and stood up to leave. He went back to his seat while I extended my hand towards him for a farewell handshake.

"Don't worry, Doc. I'll be back soon. Promise," I said with a glint of despair in my eyes.

"Thank you," I said, turning back.

As I was about to leave his office, he spoke up again.
He then added, "Remember what I said, Vince. You need chemotherapy. You will fight, may nangangailangan pa sayo..."

I didn't say anything in response. Instead, I simply shook my head and exited the room, deep in thought. The truth was, I knew that undergoing chemotherapy would not make any difference for me. And even if I did go through with it, the reality was that my time was limited. Death was a certainty, whether it came sooner or later.