Our Dear Andrew James

Four days ago, Aj was confined at Asian Hospital. The next morning, the results of the blood test came in. He has Dengue. The doctor said that he will be given a blood transfusion and after that, "Let's just hope for the best." Those words kept ringing in my ear over and over again. As Michael panicked, cried and rushed to the hospital. I stayed home and called everyone in the family. Dear God, please, no. That whole day was a blur. Frankly, it still amazes me how I got through that day. I had rehearsals until about 10:30pm! Mike would text to update me once in a while and I would fall silent and try to control tears from rolling down my cheeks. Dear God, please, no. The next day, Sunday, Aj's platelet count was still low. Still critical. Dear God, please, no. Everyone had already visited him except me. What I could've done just to be there. Come monday, Aj was out of the danger zone. He's still in the hospital but is doing much better. Dear God, thank you. Days before he got sick, Mike and I were talking about him. I was wondering why, compared to the other two boys, Aj wasn't so close to me. Thinking about it now, it really doesn't matter to me anymore. That I love him just as much as I love Mike's other two sons. I guess that is how one is suppose to love another...unconditionally, without expecting anything in return.