September is one of my favorite months particularly in relation to the women in my life...the women I love.
September 8 is the day, two of my women were born. These 2 are both my current number ones. Yes I am having them as number 1 at the same time and I'm proud of it.
One of the two is Mama Ivy. I think it was destiny that brought us to one another.
I did not know yet that I had PKD when I courted her then. It turned out I had PKD and it so happened she was a hemodialysis unit nurse! God really works in mysterious ways.
Even with the knowledge that I had PKD, mama Ivy accepted me still. She keeps me strong in all aspects despite the challenges of having PKD and I thank her for that.
The other woman is....... Mama Mary.
With her intercession, I have been receiving blessings from God in my life. I believe it is no coincidence that Mama Mary and Mama Ivy have the same birthdays. It is God and Mama Mary's way of saying they are watching over me through Ivy.
September 9 is my Mama Ana's death anniversary. The date suggested that a day before Sept. 9 (the day when she left this earth), she is entrusting me to my wife Ivy who was born a day before September 9. She may have died due to complications of PKD 29 years ago but to this day, I can feel her influence and presence on me.
She was my hands-on teacher in my early prep school and grade school days. And now I am carrying her zeal for teaching in guiding future medical doctors, medical technologists and nurses.
I became a doctor because of her because back then it was not known that she had PKD. All we know is she had renal stones.
The kid in me still misses how she would bond with me by cooking my favorite food, watching Sesame Street, Voltes V and Daimos with me and accompanying me to field trips. Perhaps that is why I am fond of watching cartoons till now.
September 25 is my ate Nena's birthday. She got her real name from a combination of my Lola and mama Ana's birthday. She too has PKD but she always think of our family and ensures that we are doing well. Pure selfless concern for her family and fellowmen. I am lucky to have her as my sister.
So there you have it. Now you know the women in my life.
Their birth is indeed a celebration of life.
Even my mama Ana's death years ago is a celebration of life. For without risking her life despite her PKD to bring me into this world, I would not have been born.
Thank you Mama Ivy, Mama Ana, Mama Mary and Ate Nena. Happy Birthday and may God bless you a millionfold.