Way back in my childhood, I clearly remember that whenever any of the member of the family got sick, there is only one doctor my parents approach. A surgeon and general medicine doctor he is, Dr. Jose Bernas jr., family friend and town’s mate of them. The father of Dr. Bernas was once the instrument of God to save my life when my umbellical cord was infected. My mother said, I was only a month year old then, was in critical condition and near to death, and this old doctor hurriedly done his best. Thank God, am alive, God bless him. When my mother got sick, she was operated, her womb and appendix was removed It was the son doctor who operated her at low cost. We’re so poor and my father can’t afford the high fees being asked. But this doctor, a friend of them, was so grateful, even help us for the medicines. I was in grade two, when I was bitten by a dog in my right leg, wherein a flesh was slash by those sharp teeth. Blood flows, I was terribly crying. Just good I was ...
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