Even before I had kids, I already had a soft spot for kids. And when I had kids, well that soft spot grew into something bigger. My heart became more sensitive when I saw and learned of kids getting sick. When my kids got sick – I wished it were just me. They look so helpless. Last year, when I had a miscarriage, I appreciated LIFE more. I learned that conceiving is not easy and I also learned that things may not go as planned. I learned to be thankful with what I had and to enjoy what is there.
Late last year, a little girl came into our lives. Even before she was born, most everyone loved her. So when she was born, we were all excited. We were all hopeful because even if she was diagnosed to have a condition called Spina Bifida, her condition according to the doctors her parents consulted were quite positive because it was at the lowest part of the spine. When she was born, she already had an operation to close the opening and everything was fine. Weeks and months passed and we loved her even more. One day, we were told that she had contracted a bacteria that causes fluids to stay in her brain. We prayed and hoped for the best. She was confined in the hospital for months and when she finally got the go signal to go out – we celebrated her return home. I personally pray for her healing everyday. To be honest, I am in awe of her mother’s strength. She’s very positive and hopeful. She told me that there are bad days and good days. I can only imagine how her bad days are, but what she told me struck a cord – at the end of the day, we want to be the best parents we can be. That is so true. When I learned of #CourageousCatie, my heart bled. How can a child go through what she was going through. When she was finally diagnosed with a rare form of cancer, we all rejoiced because we thought that the doctors can now focus on curing her. My heart bled more when I learned of her passing. No parent would ever want to bury their child. And it was painful to see pictures of Catie’s parents hugging her one last time. What was good out of everything that happened to them was that Catie was not suffering anymore. A lot of people celebrated with her parents. Just last night, I learned of a friend’s daughter who has cancer. She’s just a year a few months old. MY heart broke again. Before going to sleep, I prayed – I prayed for the little girl and my friend’s daughter. I prayed for healing. I prayed that their parents stay strong. I have learned not to ask WHY these things happen. I learned to ACCEPT and pray for more strength for myself and the parents. I honestly don’t have a clue why these things happen, but I know that they do. Things happen for a reason. As cliche as it sounds – they really do. So to the parents of these two little girls. Know that I am praying with you, everyday. I honestly don’t know what to say or do to make you feel better. So I’ll just pray with you and pray for you. You have a prayer warrior in me. If you will, please say a prayer for these two girl’s healing. I would appreciate it very much.