Diabetes and Smoking: How It Jolted Me Out of My Passive State

Last Palm Sunday, we were getting ready to go to my hubby's relative's house in Mandaluyong. They have this yearly tradition called Pabasa that's been going on for decades. As I've mentioned in an earlier post, I didn't grew up in a family where local Catholic traditions are practiced, so the first time my then-BF now-hubby brought me to the Pabasa, naaliw ako dahil para syang church event/reunion.

This year's Palm Sunday was different though - and it wasn't due to the fact that the Pabasa was actually catered (as in with tables and chairs galore). It was because instead of spending the day at the Pabasa, we had to head to Lourdes Hospital to visit my Dad who had to be rushed there that morning.