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It is the second week of March but the weather remains cold. Late at night it gets colder. I only use the air-conditioner that comes with the flat when the weather is terribly hot so I am sensitive to the temperature outside.

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It was 1977. I was 33 and was having a whopper of a mid-life crisis, a time when you feel everything is wrong with your life, the whole thing needs changing, in a blink of an eye you might walk away and never return.

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I heard about it first when I thought of ordering a biodynamic lechon for my mother’s 40th day (after her passing).

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[DatePublished] => 2004-08-14 00:00:00 [ColumnID] => 135494 [Focus] => 0 [AuthorID] => 1805260 [AuthorName] => Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura [SectionName] => Modern Living [SectionUrl] => modern-living [URL] => ) [4] => Array ( [ArticleID] => 260374 [Title] => Road to recovery [Summary] => It is early in the morning. We head for Makati Medical Center, make straight for the emergency room, straight for the x-ray section deep inside. I am with my two daughters, Sarri and Panjee, and they are in charge. I go in for all manner of x-rays. I take an MRI and sleep in it. Dr. Banico, my neurosurgeon who I am meeting for the first time, arrives. She is young and pretty. I like her immediately. Apparently, the night before they came to see me, my daughters spoke to my former therapist and described my weird behavior. "I think your mother has had a stroke," she said. [DatePublished] => 2004-08-07 00:00:00 [ColumnID] => 135494 [Focus] => 0 [AuthorID] => 1805260 [AuthorName] => Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura [SectionName] => Modern Living [SectionUrl] => modern-living [URL] => ) [5] => Array ( [ArticleID] => 259517 [Title] => A STROKE? [Summary] => I wonder what was happening then. I remember only that my mother was coming to town and I met her at the airport. Panjee, my daughter, arranged for me to meet her. I went early, was extremely tense, but I was there looking cheerful, concealing my shock at her appearance. Mommy had gotten very thin, lost 20-30 pounds, I estimated, and looking at her I felt my heart break. What happened to my mother?
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It is the second week of March but the weather remains cold. Late at night it gets colder. I only use the air-conditioner that comes with the flat when the weather is terribly hot so I am sensitive to the temperature outside.

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