GPM Tumor in French
Hey you guys,
wow, I still can't believe what happend today...
Well it started in the morning, Tess (Bukas Palad Worker) called me that there is french woman coming to see Bukas Palad and there is nobody else but me who can talk french so she really needs me to explain everything to her. Gosh!! Me, french, now??? I was really shocked, because I'm right in the middle of Tagalog, English and German, also some Italian. So I was really not into french this morning. Well, we always help so I decided ok, I can't promise she will understand me but I will try ( =
Anyway, than came the great SHOCK...
Mari just pulled me into the next Jeepney and we went in direction to the hospital. Then she explained me the real reason why I was coming with her.
Jack, a 50 year old man from Belgium. He is in the Philippines for 6 years now and he also knows the Focolare somehow. Anyway, one week ago they discovered that he has a brain tumor since 3 years and it's already really big. Now his parents came today from Belgium to see their only son (the mum is 67 and the dad 80!). Well as a matter of fact they only speak Dutch and French. Thats where I come into the game, Jack doesn't really want to worry his parents a lot and so I, ME, REALLY ME, I have to translate the doctors brain tumor diagnosis!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Can anybody of you imagine how crazy that was? I mean first of all you have to know maybe the story of this family. Jack (I changed his name) was first married to a drug addict woman in Belgium and has two kids. But she left him for another man, and after that he left to the Philippines 6 years ago, leaving everything behind, his 2 children, his parents, everything. So the grandparents had to look after the education for the two children and take all the responsibility. So now here in the Philippines Jack has a filipino wife. Jack is maybe not really a dream husband, because Lovely (his filipino wife) says he is drinking and smoking a lot and most of the time without job, so she has to go to work because otherwise they wouldn't have something to eat. And still he is betraying her with other women.... So far so good.
So we went into the hospital, Mari and me and I was so nervous that I might not be able to translate everything well enough. But still I thought it's ok because Mari said I would just have to be there for the mum of Jack to keep her calm and talk a little bit with her. HAHA, yeah sure. What they obviously "forgot" (?) to tell me that the parents had not really an idea about the tumor and thought it's just a little operation and then he will be fine again. BUT NO! That would be a far too boring story, I've got a really tough story for you.
So entering the hospital room, there was Jack, Lovely sitting on his bed and the parents. Oh my god I was so nervous. So we just talked a little bit (in French, ok?!) and they told me that they just booked their flight two days ago and arrived this morning so they were quite exhausted. But still they thought it is just a little operation and all no problem.
So then the doctor arrived and gave us a half an hour diagnosis about the tumor. First of all he showed us the radiographs (Roentgenbilder) of his brain. Oh my GOSH!!
This fu..ing tumor is huge!!! Like apricot (Marille) size!
Well than he explained the radiographs in English and I was translating into FRENCH!!! I mean have you ever translated radiographs of a brain tumor from English to French? And I did not even study any medicine so I couldn't even use latin expressions or anything. So after the radiographs he described the two methods of operation. The first possibility was to remove the whole tumor at once which is a great risk because parts of the brain might be damaged and he can not use the left side of his body anymore (still imagine me translating this into French!) The second possibility was to make an Biopsie and then remove just a little bit of the tumor and also all the liquid inside. This has a 4-5% risk. Because the Tumor (which is nearly sure a GPM Tumor, the most dangerous type that exists) might swell or bleed after the operation and this would lead to death. Ok, and then started the FUNNY part!
I had translate to this poor parents with already tears in their eyes, that with doing nothing he has a chance to live 3 more months, with the operation he would live aproximately on more year. Ok. And this in french. I mean tell some strangers that their only son, who has 2 children at home, will die in one year?!
That was pretty weird, and then I had to translate all the questions of the parents to the doctor and describe the methods again and radiotheraphy and chemotherapy, medication, the transport after the operation to Belgium, the risks of operation, costs of operation... I was so afraid I would explain them everything right, I mean this is all about life or death. Then they had to decide together with Jack what kind of operation he wants etc.
It was just horrible sitting there and trying to put this horrible news into words.
I was like so exhausted afterwards and so sad, the parents started crying, oh my god, .... just imagine.
Then we went back with them to the hotel and I had to translate all the Visa and flight ticket extension for them. But they are so lovely persons, so warm hearted, I felt so sorry for them, even more sorry than for Jack.
I just couldn't help. So now here I am in front of the computer writing to you all, and wondering why such things in life happen. Sure it has sense, maybe it will bring their family closer together again. Who knows. I is just so weird, such a responsibility I just didn't want to take, I do not feel like I was the right person to tell them in my freaky French. This means so much to them, this is changing their whole life.
But still I really felt I could help them, because Jack wouldn't have told them the truth so it's good that they know now. The whole day I gave my prayers to Mrs. Lanser she might send me some good vocabulary, and I guess it worked. Merci beacoup to the greatest french teacher I have ever met, now you see why it did really make sence to have so much patience with me ( =
Ok, I have to go now, church starts at 18.30 and today I really have a lot of people to pray for...
Hope you are all ok, I love you all, take care Stephanie
wow, I still can't believe what happend today...
Well it started in the morning, Tess (Bukas Palad Worker) called me that there is french woman coming to see Bukas Palad and there is nobody else but me who can talk french so she really needs me to explain everything to her. Gosh!! Me, french, now??? I was really shocked, because I'm right in the middle of Tagalog, English and German, also some Italian. So I was really not into french this morning. Well, we always help so I decided ok, I can't promise she will understand me but I will try ( =
Anyway, than came the great SHOCK...
Mari just pulled me into the next Jeepney and we went in direction to the hospital. Then she explained me the real reason why I was coming with her.
Jack, a 50 year old man from Belgium. He is in the Philippines for 6 years now and he also knows the Focolare somehow. Anyway, one week ago they discovered that he has a brain tumor since 3 years and it's already really big. Now his parents came today from Belgium to see their only son (the mum is 67 and the dad 80!). Well as a matter of fact they only speak Dutch and French. Thats where I come into the game, Jack doesn't really want to worry his parents a lot and so I, ME, REALLY ME, I have to translate the doctors brain tumor diagnosis!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Can anybody of you imagine how crazy that was? I mean first of all you have to know maybe the story of this family. Jack (I changed his name) was first married to a drug addict woman in Belgium and has two kids. But she left him for another man, and after that he left to the Philippines 6 years ago, leaving everything behind, his 2 children, his parents, everything. So the grandparents had to look after the education for the two children and take all the responsibility. So now here in the Philippines Jack has a filipino wife. Jack is maybe not really a dream husband, because Lovely (his filipino wife) says he is drinking and smoking a lot and most of the time without job, so she has to go to work because otherwise they wouldn't have something to eat. And still he is betraying her with other women.... So far so good.
So we went into the hospital, Mari and me and I was so nervous that I might not be able to translate everything well enough. But still I thought it's ok because Mari said I would just have to be there for the mum of Jack to keep her calm and talk a little bit with her. HAHA, yeah sure. What they obviously "forgot" (?) to tell me that the parents had not really an idea about the tumor and thought it's just a little operation and then he will be fine again. BUT NO! That would be a far too boring story, I've got a really tough story for you.
So entering the hospital room, there was Jack, Lovely sitting on his bed and the parents. Oh my god I was so nervous. So we just talked a little bit (in French, ok?!) and they told me that they just booked their flight two days ago and arrived this morning so they were quite exhausted. But still they thought it is just a little operation and all no problem.
So then the doctor arrived and gave us a half an hour diagnosis about the tumor. First of all he showed us the radiographs (Roentgenbilder) of his brain. Oh my GOSH!!
This fu..ing tumor is huge!!! Like apricot (Marille) size!
Well than he explained the radiographs in English and I was translating into FRENCH!!! I mean have you ever translated radiographs of a brain tumor from English to French? And I did not even study any medicine so I couldn't even use latin expressions or anything. So after the radiographs he described the two methods of operation. The first possibility was to remove the whole tumor at once which is a great risk because parts of the brain might be damaged and he can not use the left side of his body anymore (still imagine me translating this into French!) The second possibility was to make an Biopsie and then remove just a little bit of the tumor and also all the liquid inside. This has a 4-5% risk. Because the Tumor (which is nearly sure a GPM Tumor, the most dangerous type that exists) might swell or bleed after the operation and this would lead to death. Ok, and then started the FUNNY part!
I had translate to this poor parents with already tears in their eyes, that with doing nothing he has a chance to live 3 more months, with the operation he would live aproximately on more year. Ok. And this in french. I mean tell some strangers that their only son, who has 2 children at home, will die in one year?!
That was pretty weird, and then I had to translate all the questions of the parents to the doctor and describe the methods again and radiotheraphy and chemotherapy, medication, the transport after the operation to Belgium, the risks of operation, costs of operation... I was so afraid I would explain them everything right, I mean this is all about life or death. Then they had to decide together with Jack what kind of operation he wants etc.
It was just horrible sitting there and trying to put this horrible news into words.
I was like so exhausted afterwards and so sad, the parents started crying, oh my god, .... just imagine.
Then we went back with them to the hotel and I had to translate all the Visa and flight ticket extension for them. But they are so lovely persons, so warm hearted, I felt so sorry for them, even more sorry than for Jack.
I just couldn't help. So now here I am in front of the computer writing to you all, and wondering why such things in life happen. Sure it has sense, maybe it will bring their family closer together again. Who knows. I is just so weird, such a responsibility I just didn't want to take, I do not feel like I was the right person to tell them in my freaky French. This means so much to them, this is changing their whole life.
But still I really felt I could help them, because Jack wouldn't have told them the truth so it's good that they know now. The whole day I gave my prayers to Mrs. Lanser she might send me some good vocabulary, and I guess it worked. Merci beacoup to the greatest french teacher I have ever met, now you see why it did really make sence to have so much patience with me ( =
Ok, I have to go now, church starts at 18.30 and today I really have a lot of people to pray for...
Hope you are all ok, I love you all, take care Stephanie
stephanie around the world - 19. Jan, 11:21