This COVID-19 pandemic is a trying time for all of us, but most especially for the frontliners, the poor, and the vulnerable groups.
Prior to the community quarantine, I had my 5th Keytruda infusion last week. Yesterday, I was supposed to have my post infusion blood test, but our means of transportation was suspended. I told my oncologist about my situation and asked if the test is imperative. Fortunately, he told me to skip it.
The logistics of the community quarantine may be difficult for us who are undergoing treatments, but its purpose is ultimately for our sake.
For us cancer patients, who are mostly considered nonurgent cases, it’s a little more complicated though. Will our treatments be interrupted or delayed? Will avoiding the risk of contracting the virus outweigh the possibility of cancer progression? Or, will it be the other way around? Our treatments will go as planned and our immunocompromised selves will frequent the hospitals.
All these, I wonder; but I don’t worry. I have long realized that these things aren’t in my control. Hence, I always pray for God’s wisdom to be bestowed upon my doctors.
No matter how terrible things are unfolding, I remind myself to refuse to get bitter or cynical. I remind myself to believe that it will still be a year of healing and miracles.