W I S H (EDITING)

Prolouge

Matter of life and death

Sometimes, life has a cruel sense of humor, giving you the things you always wanted at the worst possible time.

Hindi lang siguro isang milliong beses kong tinanong kay God kung bakit sa dinami daming tao bakit kailangan ako pa? Bakit sa akin pa napunta? Ano ba ang kasalanan ko? Ganun na ba karami yung mga nagawa kong pagkakasala sa labing-anim taon kong nabubuhay dito sa mundong ibabaw?

Bakit kailangan ako pa?

"Aerwyna Alesea Stuish?" Tawag nung nurse.

My hand is sweaty as rain. Kinakabahan ako hindi ko alam pero sobra akong kinakabahan this is not new to me but still kinakabahan parin ako. Marahas ang pagkakasara ko ng libro and the nurse was taken a back.

"Sorry" sabi ko bago tumayo at pumasok na sa loob ng office kung saan sya galing.

"Good to see you again, Alesea. How are you?" Tanong ni Dr. Alfonso pagkapasok ko sa office nya.

I bit my quivering lips. I need to know.

"Is there still a way? I still dont wanna die, I still want to see my parents proud at me" The tears that I tried so much to contain flowed freely down my eyes to my cheeks.

"Please" I whispered.

He studied me through his glasses. He got this sympathetic look that makes me pity myself more.

"For patients with cardiomyopathy at the same time arrhythmias?" He started and I closed my eyes. That word again.

Cardiomyopathy.

Abnormal na paglaki ng puso. Hindi ba kasi ang heart ng tao ay kasing laki lang ng fist nya but for my case mas malaki pa sa fist ko. At ang arrhythmias ay irregular heart beat minsan mabilis,minsan mabagal at pwede din bigla na lang hihinto sa pagtibok yun din ang dahilan kubg bakit nahihirapan akong huminga kasi hindi daw makapag-pump ng maayos ang heart ko. Tanga nya kasi ee.

"I don't know if it's right to suggest this but would you consider an open-heart surgery? I know someone in London a best cardiologist. I can recommend you to him." Dr. Alfonso said.

"How many percent can we be sure the operation will be success?" I asked. I know everyone of us scared to die. Lalung-lalo na kung ganitong wala ka pa ngang napapatunayan ay mamatay ka na.

"Abouth thirty percent" he said in a low tone. Nakatingin lang sya sakanyang table.

I've known him for five years. I my first year high school that was when I was diagnosed that I have this kind of disease and the one only know about this is me and Dr. Alfonso. Alam kong naiinis sya na wala syang magawa para matulungan ako. He is just a man, A man. He cannot helo me if it's beyond of men's capabilities.

"Thirty percent" I whispered. Nanghihina akong tumayo sa aking inuupuan.

"That's why I'm asking you to think about this deeply. And please decide soon, habang tumatagal bumababa yung chance na magiging sucessdul ang operation"

Please God help me.

"This is crucial, Alesea. Kung hindi, baka hindi kayanin ng puso mo at bigla ka na lang mag collapse"

Thirty percent of success and seventy percent of not how can I decide kung mas malaki ang percent na hindi magiging success ang operation?

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