From Dawn Till Dusk

(My apologies for disabling the comments. I just need to be unburdened by writing a few thoughts regarding my FIL.)

It’s been two weeks now since Daddy Domeng (my Father-in-Law) was confined in the hospital and until now, he hasn’t been recuperating from a long-time sickness. Daddy Domeng is suffering from a respiratory disease which his attending physicians described as now in a serious stage. And it’s depressing to know that the disease was only discovered recently due to complications it manifested in recent weeks.

It pains me seeing Daddy Domeng in such a catastrophic condition (yes, that’s how doctors in the hospital classified the disease in the reimbursement form filled up for PhilHealth) not solely because he’s the father of my husband, but also because I’ve always treated him as my own father, next to my own real dearest Dad whose death anniversary will be in a month’s time. And while I often heard it’s a common situation among in-laws “not being in good terms”, must I say that I’ve been blessed with a very kind and supportive FIL (so sad though that my MIL passed away years before Jun and I got married).

We have a very harmonious Father-in-Law/Daughter-in-Law relations in a way that he was often the first person I always turn to whenever I am having hard time dealing with Jun. He would encourage me to stay strong and continue to hold on with my marriage. For me, he was the best FIL ever in the whole world.

I remember the time when Jun was starting up our little growing business in February of this year. He was then busy asking his circle of friends in Rotary who are willing to invest capital in the business. And knowing how helpless he was, I advised him: “Why not asked Daddy Domeng for help?” Jun was only nodding. But I know deep from within him he didn’t like the idea. He was a man keeping his precious pride and ego until I provoked a psyche war that greatly attacked his conscience. He conceded and the next thing I knew, Daddy Domeng generously lend us money for the business with an arrangement that we need not pay immediately until the company has its share of ROI. What selfless of a Dad he is.

Photo of my FIL with Nico and Jun (taken 25 Dec 2006)

But for the past two weeks, Daddy Domeng’s health condition remains to be uncertain. He hasn’t been eating much, and if he eats, he just threw these all in the sink. He won’t take his meds. He won’t take as what doctors would advice. He no longer wanted to take blood chemical test, ultrasound and x-ray tests. And just last night, when Jun and my SILs and BILs are looking after him in the hospital, they were worried as Daddy Domeng was insisting to have the policy papers of his memorial plan prepared. Jun was asking me, “Could it be some sort of a premonition?” I HOPE NOT.

Daddy Domeng, please hold on. Please, get well so so soon. We missed you so much. Nico, as well as your other apos have so many antics lately that they wanted to show off to you exclusively before they show it off to others. So please, please get well, OK? We love you.