Nada Te Turbe

Another day, another chance to entrust myself to the love of God.

O is off work today to bring me to hospital for a minor procedure to remove polyps from my uterus. I will need to be put to sleep during the surgery, according to the GYN whom I only met once when I had my first consultation several months ago. E, who still can't be left in anyone else's care without crying all day, will need to come along with O to hospital. I am actually more concerned about them getting near any hospital viruses during their wait for me there than I am about the actual procedure. I will ask them to wait somewhere else, probably, not inside. I don't want to risk their health for mine. B will be collected from school by a friend, a Pinoy mum from the same parish whose son is in the same year as B.

It's my first time to be admitted to a UK hospital, and though I'm nervous about what lies ahead, precisely because I don't know what lies ahead, I do know that God is with me and my family, and He will be with me as I sleep, and He will be with my family, as well. He will guide the doctors, and He will make sure I won't come to harm. I've gotten many messages of prayer and encouragement (from Pinoys and non-Pinoys alike) via SMS/Chikka/telephone, and I praise God for the support He gives me through people who care.

I am peaceful in my heart, but one can't have too many people praying for oneself. So please do include us in your prayers today, won't you?