Someone close to my heart gave me a book sometime this month. Every time I receive one I always read the dedication first. The date, I noticed, instead of 2007 she wrote 2004 by mistake. My mind drifted to that particular year. What have I been doing three years earlier? What were my plans? The term ALS was a stranger to me then. It will not introduce itself to me until after two more years.
Three years ago I was doing what I love the most: being a Nurse. Half of my 27 years in this profession was in bedside nursing- actual, hands-on care giving. As a nurse supervisor, 2004 gave me the opportunity to respond to challenging roles of being a teacher, adviser, mentor, role- model and a friend. It was a year full of life and dreams. Two friends suggested we pursue PhD. I began counting years, told them jokingly by the time we finish the degree, only a few more years and it will be retirement for me.
Now we know that I will no longer be looking forward to retirement as soon as I stopped working since July of this year. But what was significant in 2004?
It was the year I started to ask the Lord to bless my desire to sing and pray for the sick and the dying, specially the dying. I remember praying and singing to a young, mentally challenged girl in a coma…” in heaven, no more sickness, no more pain”, I read from Our Daily Bread.
“…only what is done for Christ will last.”
By the way, the title of the book is Always a Springtime by Helen Steiner Rice.
For life on earth is a transient affair,
Just a few brief years in which to prepare
For a life that is free from pain and tears
Where time is not counted by hours or years
-H.S.R.
May de Jesus-A. , Oct. 25, 2007 (Manila)
