Gong Xi Fa Cai!

Out with the old, in with the new! Last day of the Year of the Snake tomorrow. Be our lucky year, Year of the Horse!! 

Motherhoodwinked

It may be really early in the year to proclaim this but this book is perhaps the most remarkable book for me this year. 

I've never finished a book in under 2 hours before, and that's still with some parts reread for emphasis at that. This autobiography gripped me like nothing I've ever read before -- I saw myself in Anne's story, felt everything she felt and cried when she cried. She's right-- infertility is such a rarely-discussed topic and because of that, women suffering from it can feel so devastatingly alone and isolated. It's bad enough to have to cope with such overpowering emotions all the time -- anxiety, doubt, anger, disappointment, envy and fear -- it is even worse to have to bottle them up for fear of being misunderstood. 

I could relate to so many things she mentioned and went through. There were times I found myself nodding along or laughing out loud or just stopping -- because she had pointed out something I also felt or did but didn't quite notice. For instance, she talked about infertile women putting their lives on hold, not planning long-haul trips or making commitments months down the line, in consideration of the possibility of being pregnant. Life can tend to revolve around a future state, rather than being enjoyed at its current (though childless) glory. I can also relate to not shopping for clothes, or more often in my case not buying anything too formfitting or unstretchy like slacks, assuming it will be a waste because I'll eventually get pregnant and cannot wear them anymore. These adjustments, no matter how small, are peculiar to women dealing with infertility, and it's high time they see the light of day, because keeping them under wraps just make a hard situation unnecessarily tougher. 

I cried with her too as she went through the many let-downs and the journey through two rounds of IVF. I cried too, this time with joy as if I knew her personally as she discovered she was pregnant after the second try. I sobbed as well as she discovered the baby stopped developing at 6 weeks and had to be taken out through D&C. It's such a scary journey -- this one I'm (and lots of other women are) on -- and it's one filled with more questions than answers, more doubts than guarantees and riddled with physical, emotional and mental strain-- both on you and your marriage. Science is only one part of it. That's the part people who are spared from this usually know about. All the other tests -- tests of love, tests of faith, tests of priorities, among others -- comprise the other unspoken and unseen ones. They can be much, much harder to navigate; sometimes it's hard not to think maybe this quest is starting to take on a cost you are not be willing to bear. 

Great book by a great writer, who bravely shed light on such a difficult topic. Reminds me of this woman I met a few weeks ago during a session on fertility fitness. She suggested us starting a support group about infertility, as she shares my feelings about how isolating this journey tends to be. Maybe I should give her a call....

52-week challenge, put to better use

OK, so I started the year embarking on this 52-week challenge where you save a certain bit of money every month and hopefully, you keep at it so that by the end of the year, you discover you have successfully put away a significant amount of cash.

I initially wanted to do this to get myself into the habit of setting money aside, especially money that would otherwise go into something not-as-practical like shopping, and maybe be able to cushion the expenses that spike up in December.

This morning, our househelp was talking about her decision to ask her son to stop schooling (he is on 1st year college in a small school in Paranaque) because she will be unable to support his studies. The thing with the vicious cycle of poverty in this country is that one illness or one accident or just any one random big thing will set the entire household's budget off-track and cripples everything. This time, her father-in-law is in a serious medical condition, which spiraled out of control after having a substandard surgical procedure done. Anyway, that's a really long story, but the ending of it all is that now he needs even more medical attention and thus will be the beneficiary of the entire household's disposable income, not that there was much to begin with.

So, I spent the ride to work dwelling on this and thinking about how sad the story was. The boy has a good head on his shoulders, seems to learn fast and seems to have the academic aptitude to actually finish college, despite obstacles like not having much resources like a computer or sometimes even shoes to go to school with. So, I'm thinking what if that's where my 52-week challenge money goes? Wouldn't that be a better use of the money? More than just sustaining his tuition and maybe a little bit of his weekly allowance, we'll be giving him opportunity to build a better life for himself - better than the one his mom was given.

It's so sad, really. I wonder if our nation's leaders even understand the plight of the "everyday Filipino." This is the usual kind of situation the Filipino masa encounters. If middle-class people like me sometimes feel like I'm just a hamster on a wheel, sometimes feeling that I work just to earn more money for a big corporation or for people who are already rich to begin with, how much more people like them?

Oh well. This is going philosophical. Just putting down this morning's thoughts.

Happy weekend!

:)

"I might have to wait. I'll never give up.  I guess it's half timing,and the other half's luck. Wherever you are, whenever it's right, you'll come out of nowhere and into my life."  ~ Michael Buble

Reminder! :)