Guiding Hands

Touching lives through teaching

The highest respect and appreciation for my OB-GYN resident who actively guides me through procedures as a rotating junior intern.

During my very first normal spontaneous delivery assist, I gave her a couple of wrong answers on her questions about perineal lacerations. I didn’t even know how to proper gowning and gloving yet. My intern lost his temper over my disorientation but the resident kept her cool and taught me exactly what I had to do to fulfill my assisting duties adequately. In short, it was technically through her that I learned the motor skill requirements of vaginal delivery.

Today, at the outpatient department, I presented to her a post-Caesarian section patient who came in to have her laparotomy sutures removed. The resident could have just asked me to prepare the needed instruments and had the removal over and done with. Instead, she made me hold on to the instruments, guiding my hands as if I was the one pulling off the sutures.

Doctor, thank you for your guiding hands — for sharing the knowledge and skills generously. Thank you for not giving up on me and the other junior interns. I’m sure your hands will touch and save many more lives.

Personal Mantra

I remember how I was just starting to read complex words and my mom had this up on the wall of her first clinic. It took me several attempts to read “anxiety” until I gave up and asked my mom how to pronounce it properly. I guess that helped me remember this by heart.

Today, I choose to live by this verse as I journey in pursuit of my doctor dreams and face the unknown.

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Re: A Letter to My Hypothetically Gay Son

If the Lord ever blesses me with one…

A Letter to My Hypothetically Gay Son

This letter brought me to tears because: 1.) I feel really strongly about LGBT rights; and 2.) the author restored my faith in humanity still existing.

I’ve heard countless stories from gay friends and acquaintances about acceptance issues. Some, physically abused by their own parents desperate of getting them to “straight up.” It pains me, really, knowing that such wonderful and productive people have to be castigated for being themselves.

This letter is something I’d personally write to my hypothetically gay son in the near future. It’s great to know that there are still people who understand the idea of unconditional love, which entitles a great deal of acceptance.

Let me be perfectly clear: I love you. I will always love you. Since being gay is part of who you are, I love that you’re gay.

I wish society could learn to be more accepting of the LGBT community so that my kids and your kids could grow up to be who they want to be, not afraid to be themselves, regardless of sex, gender, ethnicity, or religion.

Lady Gaga, sing it. [Enter music: Born This Way]

Rare and Well Done

Sometimes you have to experiment and take risks before finding the right one at the right place.

So they were having their favorite steak at their favorite steakhouse while enjoying a couple of laughs about random recent events in their lives… until conversation led to an objective review of each other’s past relationships.

A: Honestly, though, you’re the best person I’ve ever been in a relationship with.

C: Well, I can say the same about you.

A: But you haven’t had that many relationships to say that…

C: I know, but still. You are the best. Ever.

And a certain kind of silence filled the air. The silence of contentment. With nothing left to say, they savored each other’s last words.

Maybe there is some truth when they say that to taste the sweet, you have to take a lot of bitter. That to find your pot of gold, the rain has to pour to make a rainbow. That you have to kiss a lot of toads before the prince comes out of his spell. And all that crap they say to make us feel better about after having to put up with abusive, polygamous, or one-sided relationships, or all of the above. Imagine what they’d had to go through to find themselves beside each other’s rare find.

A few seconds later, he grabbed his fork with his left hand and his knife on the right and went back to his steak. Her lips slowly upturned and she glanced at him putting a piece of steak into his mouth. She then motioned for her own fork and knife left on top of the stone grill and sliced a piece of beef to help herself.

Inclement Weather

Love the rain? This little boy surely doesn’t.

Saw this photo on Facebook about how we should be more mindful about other people regarding suspension of classes. That while we await safe in our homes for suspension announcements, some kids have to brave the heavy rain without an umbrella to school only to be sent home.

This photo broke my heart for so many reasons:
1. The harsh truth that some do not have the means to provide their children means to stay safe from bad weather
2. We see so many kids in Pedia with respiratory tract infections of varying severity — this may have contributed to their illness
3. The fact that some children have to walk for hours just to get to school every single day (Imagine the risks they have to endure!)
4. Knowing that such stresses could be traumatic to children
5. Wanting to help but not having enough means myself

I really, really want to help make a difference for these children. I couldn’t imagine myself, my siblings, my cousins, nieces, and nephews going through this and I’m sure the parents of these kids could only wish better for them.

I believe it would make a huge difference if we could sponsor a school bag complete with school supplies and an umbrella to at least one child, even just once a year. Raincoats would make a cheaper alternative.

Do you know of any organization that has such distribution projects? Or anyone in public service who might be amenable to this suggestion? Do let me know!

The next time the anticipation of class suspension due to inclement weather comes again, maybe we can think twice about rejoicing and be reminded of this photo.