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Ulam sa Handaan

13 Aug
Multigenerational family enjoying dinner together at a lit outdoor night market

A multigenerational family shares a joyful meal beneath glowing lights at an outdoor night market.

Nanaginip ule ako ngayong madaling araw. Napanaginipan ko na isang gabi ay may malaking handaan. Mahaba ang isang lamesa na yari sa kahoy na walang sapin at may dalawang mahabang upuan na yari sa kahoy din sa kabilaan ng lamesa. Maraming kumakain at naroon ang kapatid ko na si Ca Let na nakaupo na malapit na sa dulo ng lamesa. Hindi pa raw ako nakaupo dahil pinapauna ko muna ang mga bisita na makaupo at makakain. Maya-maya ay dumating si Ca Lolly, pinsan namin, na umupo halos tapat ni Ca Let. May dala siyang mga ulam na gulay at isang balot na isda na mga maliliit na tinapa na kasinglaki lamang ng mga toyo pero tinapa ito. Nakabalot ito ng malinaw na plastic sa isang itim na styrofoar. Sabi daw ng kapatid ko na si Ca Let kay Ca Lolly ay “Luma na yan.” na ibig sabihin ni Ca Let ay hindi na ito ligtas kainin dahil luma na yung pagkain. Hindi sumagot si Ca Lolly at inilapag na lang sa lamesa yung ulam na gulay at yung nakabalot na tinapa. Pakiwari ko ay ayaw na niyang ibalik sa kusina at nagugutom na rin siya. Nang makita ni Ca Let ang paglapag ng ulam sa lamesa ay nabanggit niya na lamang na “Bahala ka.”

Nung nakaupo na si Ca Lolly ay umupo na rin ako sa tabi ni Ca Lolly para kumain na katapat sa pagitan naming dalawa si Ca Let na nakabistida ng puti na bagay sa kanya, naka shaggy ang buhok na hanggang leeg niya haba sa likod at may hikaw na ginto sa magkabilang tenga niya na may dangling pa na lumalaylay at kumikinang. Medyo malusog pa si Ca Let at mababanaag sa kutis niya ang kaputian niya.

Katabi ni Ca Let ay may mag asawang Pinoy na bata sa kanya na kumakain din. Hindi sila masyadong marunong mag-Tagalog kasi lumaki sila sa ibang bansa. Habang kumakain si Ca Let ay gusto niya ng bagoong na isda na malapit sa mag-asawa yung sawsawan na nasa platito. Gustong ipaabot ni Ca Let pero mahihiya niya itong sabihin at hindi niya maisalin sa salitang English yung “Bagoong”. Sinabi ko daw kay Ca Let na “Salty fish sauce o Bagoong.” Natawa daw si Ca Let sa akin nung nasabi ko ito ay inabot sa kanya yung sawsawan na bagoong para sa inihaw na bangus na nasa plato niya.

Dahil halos maubos na ang pagkain sa lamesa at ayaw kainin ni Ca Let yung nilapag ni Ca Lolly sa lamesa. Nainis siya sa mga katabi niya na kumakain din na sinandok lahat at inubos ang ulam sa gitna ng lamesa na hindi siya tinirhan. Kaya tumayo si Ca Let at nagpasyang kumuha ng ulam sa kusina.

Sa kusina ay may mga pininsan kami nandoon. Nandoon sa kusina si Ca Bing at napansin ni Ca Bing na parang naiinis na nagsasandok ng ulam si Ca Let na mula sa banga mula sa puting plato na babasagin. Yari sa kahoy ang pinapansandok niya sa ulam sa kusina. Nang makabalik na siya sa upuan at kumakain ay konti na lang kami kumakain. Wala na doon si Ca Lolly.

Nang kumakain na muli si Ca Let ay katapat ko na siya at katabi ko naman ay 2 babae na mukhang mag-ina na Pinoy. Yung ina ay bata sa akin na mga nasa 20’s Ang edad niya at batang babae ay mga walong taong gulang seguro ang edad niya. Pareho silang mahaba ang buhok at nakabistida din na dirty white. Habang kumakain kami ni Ca Let ay lumapit daw si Ca Bing na nagmula siya sa kusina kay Ca Let. Nakangiti si Ca Bing habang nakatayo sa tabi ni Ca Let na nakaupo at kumakain pa. Ang sabi daw ni Ca Bing kay Ca Let na “Napansin ko sa kusina na mukhang galit ka habang nagsasandok ka ng pagkain.” Ang sagot sa kanya ni Ca Let ay “Sukat ba naman sinabihan ako ng katabi ko kanina na, “Ang tanda tanda mo na, nakabaston ka pa.” Tapos nakita ko na nagtawanan na lang silang pareho ni Ca Let at Ca Bing.

Habang kumakain ako ay konti na ang ulam pero maraming kainin. Kumakain daw ako na naka-kamay lamang. Bago ko isubo yung puting puting kanin ay hinuhulma ko muna ito sa aking mga daliri. Masarap kainin yung kaning puti kahit na walang ulam kasi parang malagkit ito. Habang kumakain ay gusto ko uminom ng tubig pero walang tubig sa lamesa at walang malinis na baso sa lamesa puro nagamit na. Kumakain daw ako na walang tubig akong iniinom.

Napansin ko lamesa kahit kami na lang kumakain na apat katao ay walang nagliligpit pa kahit nasa gawing dulo kami ng lamesa. Nandun pa ang mga nagamit na mga malalaking plato na babasagin at kulay puti at baso na babasagin din at malinaw na walang kulay.

Nagising ako ng 5:34 ng umaga ng August 13, 2026. Naalala ko na si Ca Let at Ca Lolly pala ay iisang buwan na kamatayan, Agosto din. Bale namatay sa buwan ng Agosto si Ca Let, August 24, Si Indo Simay, August 25, hindi ko tiyak kung anong eksaktong araw si Ca Lolly, kung hindi ako nagkakamali ay parang last week din siya ng August namatay.

Ipagdasal natin ang kanilang mga kaluluwa. Minsan ang panaginip natin ay nagsisilbing paalala sa atin na hindi natin sila nakakalimutan habang buhay.

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Podcast Episode: The Day of Birth

12 Aug

Pip: Birthdays are a funny thing — we didn’t choose the date, but we spend a lifetime making meaning out of it.

Mara: Today on Hands-on, masmeron takes us into exactly that territory — the personal record of a birth, a family, and the people who shaped a life. Let’s start with the story of the day itself.

The Day of Birth

Pip: This post is doing something deceptively simple: it’s putting a life on the page — not as a resume or a eulogy, but as a personal record anchored to a specific moment in time.

Mara: The opening sets that anchor precisely. “It was Saturday before the sun sets in August 20, 1966 at around 6 pm when I was born in our ancestral house at Poblacion, Santa Cruz, Zambales, Philippines. This was my real birthday.”

Pip: That phrase — “my real birthday” — does a lot of quiet work. It suggests there’s an official record somewhere that disagrees, and this post is the correction. The truth told in the first person.

Mara: The post opens with a small numerical note: the digits of the birth date add up in a pattern that produces the birthday itself. It’s a detail that reads like something you’d discover and never forget.

Pip: Numbers as proof that the universe was paying attention. Which is a very human thing to need.

Mara: From there, the post names his parents — Guillermo Menes Meron and Teofila Montehermoso Mas, both forty-one at the time of his birth, both from Santa Cruz, Zambales. The specificity is the point.

Pip: It’s an act of preservation. These names, these ages, this place — written down so they don’t disappear.

Mara: He describes his parents and his aunt as “the three pillars of my life,” and then notes, plainly, that all three are gone. The gratitude he expresses is direct: for unconditional love, for provision, for helping him understand life’s purpose.

Pip: There’s no performance of grief here. Just the record, and the thanks.

Mara: The post closes on his adult years — time in Meycauayan City, Bulacan, some years abroad in public service — and a birthday wish: “a healthy, wealthy and happy life.” Simple, sincere, complete.

Pip: A birthdate, two parents, three pillars — it’s a small document that holds a whole life.

Mara: The kind of record that matters most to the people who come after. More from Hands-on next time.

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Podcast Episode: Top of the Hill

11 Aug
A woman and young boy walking hand in hand on a rocky trail near a coastal house at sunset

A mother and child share a joyful walk along a rugged coastal path at sunset.

Pip: There’s something about waking up at 5:52 in the morning and reaching for a pen before the dream dissolves that feels quietly urgent — like the mind knows something the rest of the day will drown out.

Mara: That’s exactly the territory masmeron is working in here — a dream, a hillside, a house, and what lingers when you open your eyes. Let’s start with the hill itself.

Top of the Hill

Pip: Dreams are slippery things. Most of them evaporate the moment the alarm goes off, but occasionally one leaves a shape behind — a feeling, a place, a face. This post is about one of those.

Mara: The setting is a rural hillside, and the post opens with this: “The hill was located in the rural area wherein I can feel the fresh and cooler air as we move toward a house.”

Pip: What strikes me about that line is the present tense — “I can feel” — as if the memory of the dream is still happening, still physical. The air isn’t remembered; it’s experienced.

Mara: The house they reach has a few rooms, painted bluish white, everything in its place, and nobody inside. The mother’s reaction is described simply: “My mother was amazed with a beautiful house. It showed it on her face.”

Pip: No inventory of the rooms, no architectural detail — just the expression on her face. That’s the whole image, and it carries more than a paragraph of description would.

Mara: Then the dreamer steps outside and the scale shifts. More hills, more distance, and at the top of one of them, a small single-floor house made of light materials, a rain-proofed roof, dried wood walls. No people, no animals.

Pip: Just the cool air again. The dream keeps returning to that — the freshness, the temperature. It’s the one sensory thread that holds the whole landscape together.

Mara: And then: “My dream discontinued when I open my eyes and see in the window blinds slits the morning light. It was 5:52 in the morning already.”

Pip: “Discontinued” is an unusual word for it. Not ended, not faded — discontinued, like a signal that was simply cut.

Mara: It’s precise in a way that feels accidental and exactly right. The dream had its own continuity, and waking interrupted it rather than concluded it.

Pip: A hillside, a house at the top, a mother’s face — the kind of dream that doesn’t explain itself but doesn’t need to.

Mara: Next time, more of what surfaces when the morning light comes through.

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Top of the Hill

11 Aug

Sunrise over foggy Chocolate Hills with traditional houses and green vegetation

Sunrise illuminates the famous Chocolate Hills landscape with fog and greenery

In the early morning of August 11, 2026, I had a dream. The dream was not so clear every detail of it but I can still recall some of it. I dreamed about my mother and I are walking together on a hill. The hill was located in the rural area wherein I can feel the fresh and cooler air as we move toward a house. When we reached the house, I saw that it has a few rooms painted with bluish white in color wherein everything in place. Nobody inside the house. My mother was amazed with a beautiful house. It showed it on her face. I knew we talked while inside the house but I cannot recall in my dream the exact details of our conversation. When I went outside the house, I saw many hills around that area. In the distance, I saw a single-floor, small house at the top of the hill. The small house is made up of light materials with a rain-proofed roof and dried wood wall. I cannot see anybody or even animals in that area. I could only feel the fresh and cooler air outside.

My dream discontinued when I open my eyes and see in the window blinds slits the morning light.  It was 5:52 in the morning already.

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Podcast Episode: Libreng Damit at mga Salamin

9 Aug
Family sitting by a koi pond watching fish near a shopping mall

A family watches colorful koi fish in a pond at an outdoor shopping center.

Pip: Dreams are the one content format with no editorial calendar, no SEO strategy, and absolutely no regard for your sleep schedule.

Mara: And masmeron has been writing them down before they slip away — starting with a night of vivid dreaming that moves from a mountain stream to a shopping mall, and raises some genuinely interesting questions about what we receive and from whom.

Pip: Let’s start with the dreams themselves.

Libreng Damit at mga Salamin

Mara: This post is a dream journal entry — two dreams recorded in careful detail on the night of December 14, 2025, with the author noting the exact time each dream ended. The central question running through both is about gifts: who offers them, and what it means to accept.

Pip: The first dream opens in the mountains, catching fish in a clear shallow stream. Then a stranger arrives carrying handmade bags, and pulls something out for the dreamer. The post records the moment directly: “Ibibigay ko ito sa Nanay ko” — I will give this to my mother.

Mara: That line does a lot of quiet work. The dreamer receives a red sleeveless duster from an old man in a native hat, and the first instinct is not to keep it but to pass it on. Generosity moves through the dream rather than stopping at the dreamer.

Pip: The stream itself carries that tension — clear and full of fish upstream, then visibly polluted where a pipe from a nearby house drains into it. The dreamer notes the contrast plainly: the fish are gone, the stones are coated in mud.

Mara: It sits there without commentary. The post doesn’t editorialize; it just describes what the old man points out, and lets the image hold its own weight.

Pip: The second dream shifts entirely — a shopping mall, a glasses shop, a vendor offering free eyewear. The dreamer keeps returning mismatched pairs, one lens small and one large, until the vendor produces a heavy steel-framed set with four equal, clear lenses.

Mara: And then the vendor adds a curved mirror filled with small everyday items — toothpaste, lotion, a toothbrush. The post captures the dreamer’s surprise: “Hindi ako makapaniwala na may dalawang libreng items ako” — I could not believe I had two free items.

Pip: What lands is the vendor’s expression as the dreamer leaves: eyes welling up, watching them go. A stranger gives freely and feels something about it. The dream doesn’t explain why.

Mara: The post closes with the author waking at 5:05 a.m. and giving thanks for the morning. The record-keeping is the point — catch the details before they dissolve, and the meaning can wait.

Pip: Gifts offered by strangers, streams running clear then clouded — there’s a lot to sit with in a single night’s sleep.

Mara: More from Hands-on next time.

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Podcast Episode: Hapunan sa Isang Kainan

9 Aug
People dining and socializing in a busy Filipino restaurant with colorful decorations

Friends and families enjoying Filipino food in a vibrant restaurant

Pip: Dreams are the original unfiltered content — no editor, no algorithm, just your sleeping brain running a dinner reservation with maximum complications.

Mara: masmeron’s recent writing takes us into that territory: a vivid dream of a family dinner, with strangers, crowded benches, and a quiet question about welcome and belonging. Let’s start with that dinner.

A Dream Dinner, Crowded Benches, and a Stranger at the Table

Pip: The setup here is a packed restaurant, a family trying to find seats, and a stranger who needs a place to sit — the kind of small social moment that dreams somehow make feel enormous.

Mara: The post describes the scene in careful detail, and then the narrator quietly asks a sister, “Pwede ba siya makikain sa atin? Magugustuhan kaya niya yung pagkaing Pinoy.” The sister’s answer is generous but honest: she can join, but she might feel awkward competing for food, and she won’t eat her fill.

Pip: That exchange is doing a lot of work. It’s not just about a seat at the table — it’s about whether a stranger can really be comfortable there, whether hospitality has limits even when the invitation is genuine.

Mara: The restaurant itself is drawn with real texture: warm yellow light, a long folding bench designed with individual sections, a shorter bench that the narrator immediately notices isn’t big enough for the whole group. The family ends up near the entrance, right in the way of foot traffic.

Pip: Seated at the door, not quite inside, not quite outside — which is a pretty good metaphor for the whole dream, honestly. The stranger is in the same in-between position: she’s at the table, but the food is Filipino, and the question of whether she’ll really belong there is left open.

Mara: The woman who joins them is described as Hispanic-looking, carrying paper bags from what seem like purchases, and she stands in front of their table weighing whether to sit. She eventually does — on that short bench — and then the narrator sees her again, or someone like her, queuing to wash hands before the meal, wearing the same black sleeveless dress.

Pip: The dream ends at 7:30 on a Saturday morning, the narrator waking and reflecting on the ceiling. It’s a small, quiet ending for something that clearly left an impression.

Mara: What stays with you is that the dream doesn’t resolve the question it raises. The stranger sits down, but we never find out if she eats, or how it goes.

Pip: Belonging is one of those questions that doesn’t wait for daylight to ask itself.

Mara: Next time, more from that same territory — the small moments that turn out to be the large ones.

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Podcast Episode: Baston, Pamaypay at Punda

8 Aug
Colorful painted wooden cane, floral hand fan, and striped woven pillow on wooden table

Colorful Filipino souvenirs including a painted cane, floral fan, and woven pillow displayed on a wooden table

Pip: Sleep deprivation and a restless Sunday night — masmeron’s account of what happened next is the kind of story that makes you reconsider going to bed at all.

Mara: The episode today is about a dream — vivid, specific, and quietly weighted with grief. Let’s start with the dream itself and what it left behind.

Baston, Pamaypay at Punda

Pip: The post opens with a simple setup: exhausted from schoolwork, unable to sleep, and then — once sleep finally comes — a dream so detailed it reads more like a memory than a vision.

Mara: The context is a family gathering back in the province, and the dream begins with a surprise at the door. The post describes it this way: “Nagulat ako nang buksan ko ang pinto ng bahay namin ay bumungad sa aking harapan si Nanay. Parang pagod siya na dumating galing sa paglalakad sa gitna sikat ng araw.”

Pip: So the mother arrives alone, tired, in a purple duster, white hair cut short — and then quietly steps outside to sit on a concrete roadside ledge, no bench, no companion. That image carries weight before the dream even explains why.

Mara: What follows is a walk home. The mother is thin-armed but quick, and she refuses help. Then she spots a metal cane tangled in a water hose, wet from running water, and insists on retrieving it. The post quotes her: “Kailangan ko ito” — I need this — as she pulls the cane free.

Pip: A stranger then hands them colorful fans — green, yellow, red, still wrapped in plastic — out of what seems like simple kindness toward two people walking in the midday heat. The cane’s owner turns out to be the same neighbor, who waves it off: they already bought a new one.

Mara: And then a third figure appears: Indo Pancing, the mother’s sibling, trailing behind them unnoticed, dragging an armful of pillowcases found near the same spot — thin fabric, light colors, so many they drag along the ground.

Pip: Three objects picked up from the same stretch of road. That detail feels almost too tidy for a dream, which is maybe why it lodges.

Mara: The dreamer wakes just after one in the morning and makes the connection: the mother and Indo Pancing share the same death anniversary — January 28. The mother died at 1:03 in the afternoon. Her birthday falls in December.

Pip: A dream about two people who are gone, carrying things they found on the road home. That’s the whole post, and it doesn’t need to be anything more than that.

Mara: It’s a quiet piece — no interpretation offered, just the sequence of images and the date that surfaces after waking. The grief is in the arithmetic, not the analysis.

Pip: Dreams about the dead tend to arrive with objects — something carried, something retrieved, something that didn’t quite fit but mattered anyway.

Mara: That’s the territory here. We’ll be back when there’s more to sit with.

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Hapunan sa Isang Kainan

3 Jan
Rustic wooden dining table with candles, fruit, open book, model boats, and telescope

An inviting rustic dining table set with candles, fresh fruit, and nautical-themed decorations

Ika-03 ng Enero, 2026 nang madaling araw ay nanaginip ako na nasa isang kainan kaming mga magkakapatid sampu ng kanilang mga pamilya. Dumating daw kami sa kainan na gabi na at doon maghahapunan. Nasa bukana lang kami ng kainan at naghanap ng mauupuan dahil maraming kumakain sa loob na pawang mga banyaga ito at may mga mapuputing mga tao na nakaupo sa loob ng kainan na nagkukwentuhan. Nababanaag ko sa panaginip ko ang isang maputing babae na malapit sa aming kinatatayuan na nakaupo at nakikipag-usap sa kanyang kaharap. Blonde ang buhok nito at naka-pony tail ito at nakasuot ng sleeveless na itim na damit. Nakatagilid siya sa amin na nakikipag-usap kaya yung gilid ng mukha lamang niya ang nakikita ko. Ang ilaw sa kainan ay medyo dilawan ang kulay at hindi gaanong maliwanag. Nakita ko na punong-puno ng tao ang kainan. Wala kaming maupuan kaya tumawag kami ng isang waiter para bigyan kami ng upuan. Nag-abot ang waiter ng dalawang bangko na natitiklop. Ang bangko na unang inilatag ay isang mahaba at sinundan ito ng isang maiksi. Inilatag muna yung mahabang bangko na natitiklop na parisukat ang bawat sukat nito nang makita ko ito sa top view na magkakabit kabit ang bawat sukat na kulay brown ang kulay at walang sandalan ito. Mukhang nakadesenyo ang bawat sukat nito sa bawat tao na uupo. Sa mahabang bangko na nasa gilid inilatag ay doon naupo halos ang mga babae na kapamilya ko. Tapos may lamesa na natitiklop din sa gawing harapan ng mahabang bangko. Pagkatapos nailatag yung mahabang bangko ay inilatag din ang maiksing bangko sa kabila nito. Sabi ko raw sa sarili ko na “Bakit maiksi yung isa eh marami kami”. Tapos sa likod namin pag uupo na kami ay daanan ito ng mga tao na magiging sagabal kami sa pagpasok ng mga tao sa kainan dahil malapit kami sa pintuan ng kainan o baga nasa bukana kami ng kainan.

Umorder na ang mga kapatid ko ng mga pagkaing Filipino. Habang kami ay naghihintay ng inorder na pagkain ay may dumating na isang maputing babae na mukhang Hispanic ang itsura nito. Marami itong bitbit na mukhang mga pinamili niya dahil pawang nasa loob ng paper bag ay yung mga pinamili niya. Tumayo yung babae sa tapat ng aming lamesa. Iniisip niya kung uupo ba siya sa lamesa namin dahil wala ng maupuan sa loob ng kainan. Maya-maya na nga ay umupo na rin siya sa aming maiksing bangko para kumain sa lamesa namin. Sabi ko raw sa isang kapatid ko na babae habang naghuhugas ako ng kamay bago kumain na “Pwede ba siya makikain sa atin?” “Magugustuhan kaya niya yung pagkaing Pinoy”. Sumagot ang kapatid kong babae at sinabi niya na “Pwede naman siya makisabay at makikain sa atin. Kaya lang baka mag-aagawan sila sa pagkain at mahihiya siya makiagaw. Hindi rin siya makakain ng husto.”

Nang malapit na ako matapos maghugas ng mga kamay ko ay may pumila na babae na naka bistida na sleeveless at kulay itim ang bistida niya. Parang siya yung babae na Hispanic na maghuhugas ng kamay rin ng mga kamay bago siya makisalo sa hapag kainan namin.

Nagising na ako at 7:30 ng umaga na pala ng Sabado. Nagreflect ito sa kisame ng kuarto ko nang oras na yun.

 

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Brother

6 Jun

“Life time is a measurable variable but life memories go beyond measurable time.”

Renato Mas Meron
Thank you for loving us.

Brother, when you were a little boy

Your parents were happy to see your face

Because people really admired your cute face

Brother, when you were grown up boy

Your parents were happy to see you working

Because people really admired your humble job

Brother, when you were a teenager

Your parents were happy to see you dancing

Because people really pleased and turned their heads on you

Brother, when your were a family man

Your parents were happy to hear your songs while singing in Karaoke

Brother, since you were born until you grew old

You let your parents, brothers, sisters, wife, children, grandchildren,

relatives, friends and neighbors felt happy anywhere and anytime

Your loving and happy memories remained in their thoughts and hearts.

Thank you for loving us.

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Bedridden and Helpless

17 Aug

In the middle of pandemic due to several variants of covid19, people easily get sick tremendously. Many people are still recovering from sickness.  Some of them are still in the worse medical condition due to complications. Most of the time, these people are bedridden and helpless in the hospital, quarantine facility or home quarantine.

Do you know the feelings of the patient being isolated, bedridden and helpless? Do you know also the feelings of the bedside caregiver monitoring the 24-hour medical condition of the patient? It is very tough to become a patient or a caregiver. Patients and caregivers are really experiencing physical, mental, emotional and financial pains.

Physical Pain

Medical patients are experiencing physical pains.  They cannot turn over their bodies by themselves because they are so weak. Their blood cannot circulate well which may turn into bedsores and develop into skin wounds that prone to infection. They cannot open their eyes to see everything around. They cannot open their mouth to say something what they need. They cannot eat well using their mouth. Instead, they eat through nasal tubing that brings out physical discomfort. They can sense the pain while injecting the needles on their bodies. They cannot move their bodies voluntarily.  They stay on their body positions for several hours.

Likewise, caregivers of these patients have physical pains too. They stay with them most of the time and monitor their health condition. They patiently lift up the patient’s body when needed. They patiently feed them and allow them sip some liquids in order to prevent dehydration. They quickly respond to the patient’s needs like changing diaper, cleansing the whole body and changing clothes.

Mental Pain

Medical patients are experiencing mental pain.  They have many thoughts.  They think negatively most of the time.  Thoughts like what if they cannot survive.  What will happen to them? Who will take good care of their families? Where are my children? Do they come?

Similarly, caregivers have mental pains too.  They are worrying about the patient’s severe condition.  They are thinking about what will happen next. Thoughts such as what they will tell to their families and how they will tell it. Do they feel sorry about it or just listen to what the family will say? Most of the time, caregivers are confused mentally. They cannot decide wisely on certain things.

Emotional Pain

Medical patients are experiencing emotional pain.  They can only hear the voices around.  They feel very sad that brings out unstoppable falling tears from their eyes.  Patients know that they will die anytime.  With their conscious mind, they pray silently. It is really difficult for them to leave their families, relatives and friends. It is very tough and heartbreaking process of separation in their entire life. They want to win the fight for life but they are helpless to do it.

Caregivers have emotional pains too. It is hard for them to look at the patients who are suffering from severe illnesses.  They can feel the deep pain internally. They also cry and feel sad.  They try to comfort the patients by all means.

Financial Pain

Medical patients and their families are experiencing financial pain. They spend much money and have developed huge debts from hospitalization costs, medical procedures, professional fees and medicines. They spend from hundreds to millions value amount of any currency. The outpatients incur medical expenses, food supplements and other necessary materials such as diapers, alcohol, bath soap and wipes.

Sometimes, caregivers are experiencing financial pain too.  Most of the time, the caregivers are close relatives of the patients.  If the family has poor economic condition, the caregiver usually provides the needs of the patient unselfishly. Being front liners, caregivers provide their humane services to the patients unconditionally.

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