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Monday, May 16, 2011

TIME

By Muffet Dolar Villegas

Time, The Great Equalizer

“Lost yesterday,somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered for they are gone forever.” Horace Mann wrote.
Time is the greatest equalizer. Everyone has 24 hours, no more and no less. Time lost is gone forever.
Hibiscus or gumamelas or Antulang are beautiful and fleeting. Those which bloom today are gone tomorrow. I collect these flowers with different hues and watch them bloom in just a single day. So to preserve them, I take pictures and paint them forever on canvas or acid free paper.
One of the greatest lessons I learned in life with cancer is that time is a beautiful gift. Most people I met, who have been through this ordeal, seems to have an extraordinary zest for life.
I can’t forget my friend and classmate inside the chemotherapy room, Gingging, who would come inside the room, brimming with smile, thin, bald but beautiful. She wore nothing on her head. She was proud that she was bald and lovely. Her enthusiasm was contagious. She would ask the nurses to find a vein somewhere else , to give her room to move her arm and hand.
She taught me that if I want to draw or paint while having chemotherapy (so she can watch and learn,) I can ask them to free my hand and find for veins somewhere else to use for intravenous. It worked for the first few sessions, but later the good sturdy veins ran out as more sessions continued.
Sometimes at the end of a session, she would become weak, and closed her eyes, most of us do, feeling the intensity of the different chemicals flowing inside our veins.
Most of us wanted our time to go slow, but at the same time we wanted the treatment to be over.
Finally it was, and now we take one day at a time. The precious hair came back, but some of us continue to count the days and wait for that day when remission is over and life ends as it was expected.
Shall we live longer to wait for death?
Shall we not welcome each day with joy in our hearts, not regret, but enthusiasm? In psalms 118 it says, This is the day that the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it.”
Each day is short, so let us love everyday, or take time for someone.
I was touched with what Kojak wrote about his father last week, When his dying dad offered his blue eyes for someone to use. It was a beautiful heart with beautiful blue eyes. I love your column. I get encouraged everytime I read them.

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