  Tomorrow is my dad's operation. whew. okay,  okay. i'll admit it. am a little nervous.
not because i don't trust the doctor and makati med. it's just that i don't like the feeling of my dad or any of my family members getting admitted to the hospital and undergoing operations. uh!  i totally hate the feeling. perhaps i got a lot of traumatic experiences in the hospital. well,
 since i was a kid i've always been the " emergency room gurl"  meaning,  i've always been hospitalized and almost always getting into the grave. that's why my family is always worried about my health,  it's like when they hear me cough they would really freak out.
that's how " fragile"  i was.  Anyways,  I just hope and pray that everything would turn out fine. i know it would.
i just have to get rid of this bloody nervouseness. and perhaps that's why am this nervous because am doing this on my own. it would just be my dad and i. and i promised him not to tell anybody as what he asked me to. well,  God will be there.
I know. He's always been there for us. and I know this would be the start of getting my dad's health back. it would. though it would take time. but it would.
In Shallah ( Arabic term for " God Willing"  =
