discharge summary

I got committed, Friday, May 27, 2011 at RITM because of on going fever. I got discharged, Friday, June 10, 2011. Exactly two weeks.

After all the lab test, finally through sputum test, it showed I have tuberculosis. That is what is causing the fever, that is what is causing the appetite lost. That is what is causing the weight lost, that is what is causing all this suffering. To my mom and papa, this explains everything. But we, the doctors, were skirting around my other condition. They are under strict instruction not to mention it.

So they did not.

But guess they have to on my discharge summary which is written in pencil and longhand—thank God!!! for I guess if it were type written and clearer they would have took time out to read it and there they would find out, as I found out.

In the diagnosis space it says: HIV AIDS Stage 4, PTB, and oral infection.

I was not able to ask, the doctor didn't see us before we left. She just said if the lab result—they took another CBC test—will look okay, she would draw the paper for our release. I don't know, perhaps it did look good. They said they wanted to see me the next Friday, June 17, 2011. I don't know.

I am thinking they sent me home because at that point, they can no longer do something about me... that I am dying and that I should just spend the rest of my days in comfort and with my family.

I am in no medication for HIV AIDS, just for the TB.

I don't know why, I should be on ARV, with my CD4 count of 22.

All I can see as the reason is that I am dying.

But I have faith. It dwindles sometimes. But I want to live. I want to recover from this. I want to come back and come back stronger despite AIDS, despite TB, I am going to pull my self up again, stand up, make a living, help my family, and return everything they have lost because of me.

I have Faith. I believe that God will make this happen, with all the prayers from friends and family. I believe the Ever Virgin Mother would intercede for me, praying for me that I shall recover, I believe that in continuous prayer, I would be able to recover, get back on my feet.

We were at Sta Clara, in Quezon City the other day. Where the nuns in seclusion, the nuns of the order of St. Clare, lead the prayers, and accept eggs and prayer petition. I did that. Petitioning them to pray for me that I shall recover. I believe with their prayers alone, I would surely recover.

I am keeping the faith!!!