God's call

Whatever events that transpired during the day, it all pales in comparison to the news I heard when I got home.

Sara. When my brother took her home, she was a heavy bundle of pure joy. Her cheeks were full and rosy. Her cheeks were so plump that her eyes seemed like two slits of eyelashes across her face. She wasn't a crier at all. She just slept soundly in her secure warm blanket. She was beautiful.

I remember when I was still in highschool, each day I arrived from school in the afternoon, I'd lie at her side and pull on her "duyan" being ever so careful to make those swings even or else suffer the burst of tears and wails that come with disturbed sleep. I'd often tell her the story where I accidentally dropped her milk bottle on her head. Ofcourse, it didn't make her dumb. It made her even more perfect.

My Sara. She used to love to sing with any Disney song, or even Smokey Mountain's "da coconut nut." She would often dance with them... I could go on forever. Twelve years I've spent loving her as if she were my own.

At a very early age, I think around 6, she inherited her moms diabetes. She has been living on insulin since then. She injects at least 2 shots of insulin per day, just to normalize her blood sugar. And I'm so proud that at a very early age, she has learned the discipline of control in what she eats, and in injecting her shots herself.

Today, we learned that Sara has gotten complications on her kidneys. We haven't been told exactly what kind of complications, but we know that this is just the beginning of a series of complications that may come with her sickness.

One thing most scares me though, diabetes is deadly.

I can't go on...I'm sorry.