It was three months ago when my father was rushed to the hospital via 911 ambulance.
I thought it was the end for him but the Lord had his own plans.
My Papang underwent a major surgical procedure called bronchial embolization.
We waited for 8 long hours outside the Operating Room.
When I was finally allowed to check on him inside the OR, my Papang was lying still in the operating table amidst monitors, surgical paraphernalia, wires and medical staff...etc.
He then called my name and said that his throat was so dry, he asked for water.
I felt tears rolled down my cheeks.
I whispered, "Thank you dear Lord for my father's life."
