mending the broken part of me

Life is really cruel when you don’t have a way of finding enough funds to sustain your life, most especially when you need it so bad. I’m happy that my parents were responsible enough that they thought of saving up  funds for dark times like this. Even if they weren’t sure that this was going to happen, because no one  really had a clue until I was 17, that things will turn out really difficult for us. Perhaps I’m just lucky enough that my parents were prepared for this kind of situation, otherwise I would be one of those kids who just perished without a fight. My dad was wise enough to get us insurance when both health and life insurance rates were easy on the pocket, because it’s really helping us right now. I’m on a continuing medication and due for a very critical operation that has something to do with a very important organ in a human’s body. The broken part of me – my heart.

Although I don’t really feel that I am ready for it — just yet. Sometimes, I think I should just go on living each day and loving with a broken heart. Make the most out of my life until that day comes.

I am happy now… And I wanna stay happy this way.

Yeah, I know what you guys are going to say. It really is difficult. I’m just glad that my friends and relatives are also there to support me right now. I couldn’t thank them enough. Although I’m still in a dillema to either pursue it or not, given that I don’t really have much of a choice. All I know is that I would do anything to mend this broken part of me and be the healthy person I want to be.