After the surgery, I was asked by Dr. Kattan to go back to the Philippines for the chemotherapy treatment.
The last few days were a bit sentimental.
It was not easy to let go but life has to move on.
Our CFC community brothers and sisters and close friends were a big help to ease the pain.
I cried a river when I left.
But, hopeful for a new journey back in the Philippines.
I am grateful for my employer because they booked a business class flight for me and my wife.
The staple wires were still intact and it caused some concern when I passed by the metal detector machine at the airport even if I have all the medical endorsement to Saudia Airlines. I showed my stapled wounds to the airport police and he was shocked.
Waited for a few hours before we boarded the plane – reminisced a lot of great memories.
The flight stewardess were helpful.
Unfortunately, I did not enjoyed the sumptuous food because of lack of appetite. I ate like a chirping bird.
The nine-hour flight was an ordeal. There was turbulence when we crossed Persian Gulf going to the Indian Ocean.
Praise God and thank you Lord, the plane landed safely.
I asked assistance from the stewardess going to the toilet. She asked me about my health condition. I told her I have a rare case of pancreas cancer. Immediately, she prayed over me without battling of an eyelash. Other passengers were surprised. I was advised by the stewardess that I could have told earlier the flight team about my case for special assistance.
I thanked her. The gesture was more than enough.
I was on wheelchair. The airport staff aided us through the immigration and the baggage counter. It was a breeze.
It was cloudy when I arrived in the Philippines.
There were slight drizzles of rain- a symbol of blessing and hope for the next part of the healing journey.
“It is often in the darkest skies that we see the brightest stars.”