Reflections from a hospital room

February 5th, 2010 by andreatechavez

Star in her hospital bed while being infused with Factor VIII.

I am sitting here in my daughter’s hospital room, watching her as she sleeps, pondering on her future and the future of other Filipino “bleeders” like her.

With the election fever high up in the air, I wonder what difference the incoming elected officials will bring to the very sick public health sector.

“Bawal magkasakit” is so real in this country where health care is almost like a luxury, especially for people with rare disorders like Hemophilia. Also known as “royal disease,” it is so coined because some members of the royal families are affected by it. Rumors have it that the fall of the Russian monarchy was actually caused by Hemophilia – because it affected the Czar’s heir to the throne, that he was too weak to assume the monarchy.

In the Philippines, the term “royal disease” takes a different meaning. It is considered a “royal disease” because only the “royals” can seemingly afford it. Hemophilia treatment is very expensive. Minor bleeds can cost a minimum of P30,000 per treatment. This does not include cost of hospitalization and the doctor’s fees. Major treatments can cost millions.

In most countries including Africa, bleeders like Star receive free factors – the plasma-derived product that stops bleeding. This is because hemophilia care has been institutionalized. Meaning, their governments have put in place treatments for bleeders.

Unfortunately, the Philippines has a long way to go in terms of government support for people with bleeding disorders. We are probably among the countries with highest mortality rate for bleeders.

That is why it makes me cringe when I think about how so many people suffer and even die because they do not have money to buy medicines. Yet, every year, according to World Bank, the government loses roughly P700-billion (40-50% of the budget) to corruption.

It means in the past nine years that the little girl occupied Malacanang, P6.3-trillion (take note TRILLION) worth of government funds have been lost to corrupt government officials including you-know-who. This does not include protection money from jueteng, illegal drugs, smuggling and who-knows-what-else.

Last year, while on an official business in Cagayan de Oro, I met Kirby, a boy about Star’s age, in a government hospital. He had been confined for a month due to a wound that refuses to heal. His doctor recommended amputation because the infection already reached his bone. But it could not be done unless he was given factors to prevent bleeding. He needed 50,000IUs which cost about P1-million. But Kirby’s parents were poor farmers from a hinterland town. Thankfully, Project Share, a US-based humanitarian organization helping people with bleeding disorders, assisted Kirby. But what if there was no Project Share?

Last year, one of our young emerging leaders, Rex, succumbed to internal bleeding. He had called me up a few days earlier to say he wasn’t feeling well and in fact, could hardly stand-up. He had missed our meeting a few weeks back but it didn’t occur to me he was very sick. I advised him to go to PGH and have himself transfused. He was adamant at first apparently because he didn’t have money. Even though PGH is a public hospital, not everything comes for free. Especially not the factors. Sadly, there were no available factors at that time and his body didn’t respond well to the plasma transfused on him.

Deaths in ill-equipped and cash-strapped government hospitals are very close to home. My own mother died because of lack of facilities in our country. She was diagnosed with Myoma, a growth in the uterus which most women get when they reach 40s-50s. Myoma is usually characterized by bleeding and to stop it, doctors recommend its removal. My mother went through the usual pre-operation tests. Everything was normal. While she knew she was a bleeder, nothing in the routine tests showed a potential problem. And so the operation went on. Doctors successfully removed her Myoma. But as they tried to suture the wound, she continuously bled. She died of excessive bleeding on the operating table, notwithstanding the 10 bags of blood transfused on her.

Being an advocate for bleeders, I’ve met several parents and patients with unimaginable stories of pain and suffering because of the lack of a government program for bleeders. Some parents literally beg if only to have their children treated.

But sometimes, the social impact of the disorder is even harder. Families break up because parents could not cope with their children’s condition. Some patients, on the other hand, become liabilities to the society not because they are sick but because they are ill-equipped to cope with their condition. As for us, the death of our mother when we were very young left us emotionally scarred forever.

As Star peacefully sleeps on her hospital bed, I wonder if those people who have amassed ill-gotten wealth ever sleep as peacefully. They who virtually caused the deaths of people like my mother, or Rex, who were victims of a sick public health system. May God have mercy on us if we do not elect righteous leaders this time. Be far from it, Lord!

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It is good for me to be afflicted….

April 24th, 2009 by andreatechavez

I’ve been mulling on whether or not I should blog about the present “challenges” the Lord has allowed us to go through.

One, I don’t want my loved ones - family and friends - to panic. I’m not dying, please let me clarify that. Two, I don’t want people to take pity on me, because really, I don’t see myself in a pitiful situation.  And three, I don’t want to hear people telling me to believe in God’s faithfulness, because I never doubted it, in the first place.

But I guess my husband is right, I should share our present challenges so more people could cover us with prayers.  Likewise, by sharing our daily struggles, we get encouragement and who knows, might be able to encourage others as well.  As I always say, God has engraved in my heart that in all things He works for the good of those who love Him, who are called according to His purpose.

And so, let this be the start of a series.

Let me begin with the background.  Two weeks ago, I asked my husband to bring me to St. Lukes ER after I bled profusely and experienced abdominal and back cramps.  It had been more than a week since my menses started.  Prior to that, I missed my period for two months.  We had been praying for a baby boy and we were excited, though also apprehensive at the same time, on the possibility that we were pregnant.  And so I took a home pregnancy test on the second month. But it turned out negative.  After a week, I took another pregnancy test just to be sure. Still negative.  I started to be concerned.  But I thought, it could just have been the stress of the previous months (which could be a telenovela material, but that’s another story).  A few days later, my period started and I was relieved.

But my relief turned out short-lived.  Not only did I start to bleed profusely on the fourth day, I started to experience throbbing pain like I was in some kind of labor. Maybe because of the profuse bleeding, I started to feel dizzy.  By Monday evening, I asked my husband to take me to the ER when blod clots as big as half of my palm started to come out.

At the ER, I was examined and given medications.  A series of lab tests were taken.  When the bleeding slowed down and the results of the lab tests showed normal values, I was allowed to go home.  But my OB, whom the ER called, instructed me to undergo ultrasound in the morning.

I still wasn’t feeling well by Tuesday so Dick and I decided to have the ultrasound by Wednesday.  The result was not very nice.  The doctor saw some cystic growths in my cervix.  My uterus also showed a thickening, indicative of endometrial hyperplasia. That explained my profuse bleeding.

With the results, my OB recommended that I immediately undergo biopsy operation to determine the growths.  Endometrial hyperplasia, she explained could sometimes be an early indication of cancer.  The earlier I had biopsy, the better, she told me.

The OB recommended heteroscopy, a procedure which would be guided by a camera so that all the growths could be removed cleanly.  D & C could be another option.  But it has greater risk since it is a “blind” procedure. In many cases, cancerous cells are spread during D & C.

Unfortunately,  because of the bleeding disorder in our family, the OB asked that I first get a clearance from a hematologist.  After all, my Mama died while undergoing a minor operation.

That same day, Dick and I went to see the hematologist the OB referred us to.  When I told the hema of our family’s bleeding history and that I was diagnosed with von Willebrand Disease two years ago along with my daughter Star, he told me an operation would be risky. He needs to confer with my OB, and with Star’s hematologists (here in Manila and in Hongkong).  The pros and cons of a biopsy operation has to be weighed over the possibility of uncontrolled bleeding like my mother’s case.  I have yet to see him again.

As I told some friends I earlier shared this latest challenge with, I am sad with the development.  Yet, I have full trust in what God is doing in my life. Like David, I say, it is good for me to be afflicted. Not that I want to go through this. Who would, anyway?  But I believe in a faithful God, who will never allow His children to go through what they can not bear. He has promised never to leave us nor forsake us. He is a God who cannot lie and I have seen His faithfulness too many times to still doubt His goodness.

I have always kept Jeremiah 29:11 as my life verse. I believe He has plans for me, for all His children, plans to prosper us and not to harm us, plans to give us hope and a future.

While He allows us to go through challenges in life, I see them as opportunities for “promotion” – that when we pass the test, He brings us to a higher level in our individual relationship with Him.And I believe this new test is part of that plan to “promote” me again.

Tomorrow I will share about the latest developments.  But for now, I hope you will journey with us in this and pray for me and my family for strength as we go through this.

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25 Random Things About Me

April 6th, 2009 by andreatechavez

Some trivia about me. This was originally posted in my facebook. :-)

  1. I dream of putting up my own travel agency cum coffee shop. (Coming so soon.)
  2. I want to retire in Batanes someday and live like an Ivatan.
  3. I was almost vanished by my mother for “loving our neighbor” — a seminarian. (My grandparents’ house is beside the kumbento. LOL)
  4. I used to bike to another town in high school.
  5. I almost fell from a 100-feet waterfalls.
  6. I’m afraid of heights and depths.
  7. I wanted to be a nun. (Franciscan, of course!)
  8. I used to jump off a ship with my cousins. The sea was my playground.
  9. I love photography.
  10. I want to have a glimpse of Mt. Everest, even just a glimpse.
  11. I am praying to go to Israel.
  12. I either sleep or eat when I’m stressed.
  13. I can trade my husband for dark chocolates. Hahaha! (peace, dad!)
  14. I had a “love story” with Erap — Inquirer headlines for his inagauration and ouster had my by-line in it.
  15. I am a full-blooded Negrense. Proud to be Bisaya!
  16. I don’t believe in religion. It’s all about personal relationship with Jesus.
  17. I am an advocate of hemophilia and other bleeding disorders.
  18. I don’t like to travel by myself. (It’s lonely.)
  19. I don’t like spending on gadgets. Waste of money.
  20. I am friendly. I talk to strangers.
  21. I named all my kids after their grand/great grandparents.
  22. I drink at least five mugs of coffee a day. Can’t live without it.
  23. I’m a sentimental fool. I keep old stuff.
  24. I seriously thought I was gonna have a heart attack while riding Disney’s Space Mountain. Never prayed that hard I guess.
  25. I think typhoon-watching in Batanes is cool.
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Reflections of a biker

April 5th, 2009 by andreatechavez

And let us run with endurance the race God has set before us. - Hebrews 12.1

Life is so much like biking.  Sometimes you pedal with a breeze.  Sometimes you struggle a little. When the road is uphill, you need to exert more, sometimes to the point of exhaustion.  Yet sometimes, you just have to be still and let go of the wheel.

Biking always refreshes me.   It has become my refuge of sorts. It gives me time to be alone with God, to listen to Him, to pour out my heart to Him.

Today as I biked, my uphill route became more noticeable than in the past months.  At one point, I wanted to get off my bike and just walk.  Ironically, I’ve been taking the same route for years now and yet not once have I actually gotten off and walked.   So I had to remind myself that a few more pedals and I would be fine.

In life, there are times of highs and lows, of struggles, of triumphs, and of letting go.  We like it when we don’t have to struggle much — like biking and the path we’re taking is easy.  We like it even more when we are showered with blessings though we know we don’t deserve it — like biking on a downhill path and all we have to do is let go. But when life becomes a struggle, it is sometimes more convenient to give up than go on and face the uphill battle.  Thankfully, we have a God who fights the battles for us.  We just need to surrender all our struggles to Him.  And just like in biking, all we have to do is keep on pushing the pedal of perseverance.

Let me share another favorite Words of Wisdom from the wisest man who ever lived.

A Time for Everything (Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 NIV)

1 There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:

2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,

3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,

4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,

5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,

6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,

7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,

8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.

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Haunted by a ghost

March 8th, 2009 by andreatechavez

I’ve never been afraid of ghosts. Until very recently. This one is of the proverbial kind. Not your ordinary ghost. A very strong kind that has shaken the wits out of me.

This encounter with a ghost has really been so humbling. I am human after all. But I am also a spiritual being. With Jesus in my heart, I only need to look at His face. And with Jesus on my side, who can be against me? On my own, it is very difficult to win the battle. In fact, it is when we rely on our own strengths that we lose. But with Jesus fighting for us, we can rest assured that even before it has started, He has already finished it.

We will all encounter ghosts in some points of our lives. It may not be easy. But if we fix our eyes on Jesus, the perfector of our faith, we can carry it on. After all, it is not our battle anymore. It is His.

In times like this, I find strength in God’s assurance that He is my Light and my Salvation. He is refuge, my Strong Tower. If you are faced with the same struggle, fear not. For He will never leave us nor forsake us. He is our Mighty Warrior. Here is one of my favorite chapters in the Bible.

Psalm 27 (English Standard Version)
The LORD Is My Light and My Salvation

1The LORD is my light and my salvation;
whom shall I fear?
The LORD is the stronghold of my life;
of whom shall I be afraid?

2When evildoers assail me
to eat up my flesh,
my adversaries and foes,
it is they who stumble and fall.

3 Though an army encamp against me,
my heart shall not fear;
though war arise against me,
yet I will be confident.

4 One thing have I asked of the LORD,
that will I seek after:
that I may dwell in the house of the LORD
all the days of my life,
to gaze upon the beauty of the LORD
and to inquire in his temple.

5 For he will hide me in his shelter
in the day of trouble;
he will conceal me under the cover of his tent;
he will lift me high upon a rock.

6 And now my head shall be lifted up
above my enemies all around me,
and I will offer in his tent
sacrifices with shouts of joy;
I will sing and make melody to the LORD.

7 Hear, O LORD, when I cry aloud;
be gracious to me and answer me!

8 You have said, “Seek my face.” My heart says to you,
“Your face, LORD, do I seek.”

9 Hide not your face from me.
Turn not your servant away in anger,
O you who have been my help.
Cast me not off; forsake me not,
O God of my salvation!

10 For my father and my mother have forsaken me,
but the LORD will take me in.

11 Teach me your way, O LORD,
and lead me on a level path
because of my enemies.

12 Give me not up to the will of my adversaries;
for false witnesses have risen against me,
and they breathe out violence.

13 I believe that I shall look upon the goodness of the LORD
in the land of the living!

14 Wait for the LORD;
be strong, and let your heart take courage;
wait for the LORD!

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Amore means love

February 4th, 2009 by andreatechavez

Finally, I’m here in this place where my parents started their lives as man and wife. I have always wanted to visit Zamboanga because of my fascination over the love story of our parents. Mama and papa met in Negros during their high school days. I don’t know how long they had been together, but apparently, the relationship displeased mama’s family. They sent her on exile to this city, where mama lived with her relatives.

Undaunted, papa went after her. Though Zamboanga was a strange place for him, papa went out in pursuit of his lady love. For one year, he went around Zamboanga looking for mama. It could be nothing less than true love that drove papa to brave an unkown land. He knew mama was brought to Zamboanga, but he didn’t know exactly where. So on and on he went around and looked for her.

Finally, one Sunday afternoon, his prayers were answered. He spotted my mother in Pasonanca park. He then ran away with her and refused to leave Zamboanga until they were able to convince mama’s family to let them marry.

Of course, they didn’t exactly live happily ever after. There were hard times especially during the Martial Law years. But they loved each other so much and they were the happiest married couple I’ve ever seen. I almost never saw them quarrel. They remained ever sweet with each other even after almost 25 years together. When I was younger, I always wanted to have a marriage like theirs. Though not perfect, they were contented and happy. They braved the storms together, still standing up because they had a deep foundation — their love for each other. Though I haven’t really gone around, I can smell the sweet aroma of Zamboanga — the sweet aroma of love.

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His name is blessed

January 5th, 2009 by andreatechavez

“I will cause my goodness to pass in front of you, and I will proclaim my name, the LORD, in your presence. I will have mercy on whom I will have mercy, and I will have compassion on whom I will have compassion.” - Exodus 33.19

I love to share the story of Ben over and over again.  He is a living testimony of God’s endless miracles. Seeing Ben grow up into a talented, intelligent boy, is a bonus many times over.

Every year as we celebrate his birthday, I become emotional. Not that I love him more. Dick and I are equally blessed with the girls and we love the three of them not less than any other. The girls are as talented and lovable in different ways.

But the birth of Ben was a turning point in my life, and maybe in my hubby’s as well, in so many ways. The uncertainty of his survival becomes fresh every time he turns a year older.

I can still picture Ben as the helpless tiny baby inside the incubator in the hospital’s neonatal intensive care unit. His arms were just a little bigger than my thumb. Yet, each of his tiny hands and one of his foot had IV tubes. He had another IV on the head because the doctors couldn’t find any suitable vein on his other foot. He was breathing only through a ventilator. They fed him my milk through a tube placed on his nostril.

The day Ben went into cardiac arrest a few days after his birth was probably the worst day of my life. The days that followed, not knowing whether or not he would survive, were so agonizing.  I would never want to go through it again and I wish no parent would go through such a painful wait.

But looking back, that episode with Ben, prepared us for many difficult situations we would soon encounter, including Star’s bleeding condition.  Because we have seen God’s faithfulness in the way He gave Ben to us, we managed to hurdle so many storms.  God gave us not only a wonderful son, but a faith anchored on the truth — that Jesus is a Living God.

My prayer is that Ben will grow up not only into a real gentleman, but a man after God’s own heart in every aspect of the word.

READ: The birthing of Ben (Photos: 1-month-old Ben shortly after he left the hospital.  One-year-old Ben. 7-year-old Ben with me in a coverage in Baguio. And the handsome 14-year-old Ben.)

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Cold weather and bleeding

December 24th, 2008 by andreatechavez

It’s probably the cold weather. Many children (and adults) right now in our community have bleeds. These past few weeks, Star nosebleeds at least three times a week. Today, I noticed a small hematoma on her left knee. This is quite unusual for her. Since she started to walk, we have not noticed hematomas on her knees anymore. Aside from Star, Dan Louie (13), Rome (5) and his older brother Patrick (8) currently have bleeds on their knees well. Rome and Patrick have Hemophilia B. Patrick has been confined since yesterday because of the swelling. Others have bleeds on their arms or shoulders.


Several people were absent during Haplos’ Christmas party last Saturday, mostly because of bleeding. Unfortunately, in a country like the Philippines, where the healthcare system is still lopsided, most bleeders suffer in silence because they can’t afford the expensive medications.

My personal hope (and I’m sure all other bleeders) is that, we will be able to convince the government to subsidize medications for bleeders. In other countries, bleeders lead normal lives because they have access to medicines. Bleeders have the right to live normal lives and be productive. (Photos: Shots of Star’s slightly swollen knee taken this morning.)

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Memories of you

October 28th, 2008 by andreatechavez

(photo by Noe Carillo)

There are moments when loneliness suddenly creep in like an unwelcome guest. Sunday was one such moment.

As Star and I were walking through The Block, I caught a glimpse of Aristocrat on the third floor. Suddenly, memories of my last meal with my father flashed back, bringing a tinge of pain in my heart. It was a simple but special meal. He flew in the day before just to celebrate my birthday with us. Serendipitously, as far as I can remember, it was the only birthday I had spent with my father in my whole life.

I mumbled to Star how I feel sad everytime I walk by that part of SM North Edsa. But this wonder girl from you-don’t-know-where, replied, “Memories of the people you love are worth more than millions and millions of kilometers of gold.” With that, this 9-year-old turning-30 girl said I should be happy to see where I spent my last memorable meal with my father. Come to think of it…

Star is right. Memories of our loved-ones are worth more than all the golds in the world. As we commemorate All Souls day in a few days, may we lovingly honor our beloved who have moved on ahead of us.

But more importantly, may we try harder every day to show the people we love how much we value them while they are still with us.

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NEVER AGAIN!!!!

September 21st, 2008 by andreatechavez

I will never forget Sept. 21, 1972.  This fateful day changed our lives forever.  Though I only turned two few days earlier, I still remember bits and pieces of the events that unfolded shortly after Ferdinand Marcos declared Martial Law.  I may not completely remember everything, but one thing’s for sure — it was the darkest time in our family life.  Martial Law stole our father away from us.

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