Staying 3 weeks at St. Luke’s Hospital in the Philippines for tests, surgery, and recovery was not what I had planned for this summer, but everything happens for a reason. Thank God I made it out alive, although I’m still in deep pain. Fortunately, I had my oldest son and parents, who flew in from San Diego, to take care of me when I could barely move, walk, etc. I ran into some old friends & relatives I haven’t seen for ages. I also made new friends while waiting for various appointments. With love, support, and prayers from family and friends, I am gradually getting better, one day at a time. Un Dangkulo Na Si Yu’os Ma’ase’, Todu! I missed many opportunities to take photos, but here are a few that were taken. God bless. 🙏😘
