These past few months, I've got tons of exams and OSCE but I managed to get pass through it. I felt relieved when I got home and saw my dad in his usual place in the corner of our house where he worked and sing along the computer like it's a free karaoke. Four days ago, when he had a heart attack.
I remember when my sister woke me up in the middle of the night and said our papa had a chest pain. I felt an instinct that something isn't right. I walk downstairs and saw my dad sweating really hard and holding up his chest. He said, his left arm felt weak or "nangangalay" and eventually, he vomited. In that split second, I was sure it was a Myocardial Infarction or most commonly known as a Heart attack. We managed to rushed him into the nearest hospital) In times like this, medical school taught us that time and awareness is important. Luckily, my Ate Issa is also a nurse. I felt relieved when I saw them arrived.
In that split seconds, It's like I'm in the middle of our small group discussions in Biochemistry and our professor's words echoing through my ears. I remember the first topic assigned to me during the first semester of our SGD and it was myocardial Infarction. I spent weeks doing research because I was motivated to present the topic efficiently. I remember when our professor started asking questions. I was asked a lot of questions; such as ECG, biochemical markers etc., and I felt like I was in a hot seat. But when I was in the middle of my discussion, I was inspired to hear our Professor complimenting my work. It took me so long to understand the topic, but as I progress to medical school and overcome 6 months of adjustment, I finally came to understand the weight of the road I've taken.
