I was aghast when I first noticed that my body was turning into the Sahara desert. I was drying up...
For over 15 years I had gone faithfully to the gym to do Pilates with a personal trainer. I was fit enough to go on walking tours in Europe, or anywhere for that matter. Then, all of a sudden, when I hit my mid-70s, I found myself suffering from pain in my knee.
For a year and a half, I was sleeping sitting up because of the pain in my left shoulder, from a condition called calcific tendinitis. The pain was aggravated whenever I lay down.
uality of the food served on Jan. 2, on what would have been the 96th birthday of the late Eloisa Paras Hizon Gomez, beloved mother of Dom Martin Hizon Gomez—the former celebrated couturier Gang Gomez, who is now a Benedictine monk based in Bukidnon—was something else.
Although she must have been 20 years older than me, Dr. Carmen Enverga-Santos became a steadfast friend because of our common involvement in Zonta, an international organization dedicated to the advancement of the status of women.
A Buddhist blog says, “We are alive, therefore we will die. This is the simplest, most obvious truth of our existence, and yet very few of us have really come to terms with it.”
Since the 1980s, a close circle of friends and I would be at the Ponce Enrile residence for Saturday evening Mass in the Enriles’ private chapel Cristina built, for she was a very pious woman, whose piety and many charitable good works would one day be rewarded with the Papal award, Pro Ecclesia et Pontifice.
