Masyadong maraming pangyayari sa buhay ko ngayon. Everytime na ikukwento ko kay mama yugn mga pangyayari, hindi nawawala yung lines na, ‘kung buhay si papa mo, eto ang sasabihin niya’ Let me repost this article (from my multipy account). Wala lang, gusto ko lang!
Walang dapat sisihin sa pagkawala ni papa.
Let me tell you EXACTLY what happened, as per those who brought papa to the hospital last May 25, 2009.
May 22 – he headed up North, Abra daw biyahe niya. It’s an 8-hour drive. Pagdating sa Abra, pinag round trip siya, meaning, pinabalik din siya agad ng Manila, PEAK SEASON kasi, kaya maraming pasahero.
May 23 – same thing happened. Papa and his conductor was only given few hours to sleep then biyahe ulit.
May 24 – NO CHANGES.
May 25 – at 01:00 AM, he already felt na hindi na talaga kayang ibiyahe pa ng katawan niya yung bus, he asked for a reliever, or kahit kapalitan after 4 hours sa biyahe, since nu’ng may 22 pa siya nagda-drive. In a day, 3 times siyang magpapabalik balik ng Manila to North tapos vice versa. Pero, HE WASN’T GIVEN A RELIEVER. Instead, he was told to just rest for a while, tapos balik na ulit. Knowing my ever dearest papa, he’ll obey first before complaining. So he asked his conductor na matulog muna sa likod ng bus (sa animan), tapos papatayin niya daw muna yung aircon, kasi masama na yung pakiramdam niya sa pagod and parang tatrangkasuhin na daw siya. He also told his conductor na gisingin siya ng before 05:00 AM so he can call my mom na for sure nasa hospital na by that time to tell her na hindi pa siya makakauwi dahil nga sa higpit ng schedule niya. The conductor gladly agreed.
At around 03:55 AM, nagpaalam yung conductor,punta daw rest room, pinayagan naman ni papa. Pagbaba ng conductor, narining daw ng guard na sumisigaw papa ko, humihinging tulong, tapos pina andar yung wiper ng bus, tapos nasubsob sa steering wheel.
The guard called out for someone to also help him, pagtalikod ng guard, natanaw ng conductor niya from the restroom na gumagalaw yung wiper, so he wondered. Tumakbo siya sa bus, and there he saw papa nga, this time, sa floor na ng bus, nakadapa.
Sakto naman ang dating ng guard.
Papa stands 5’11”, and weighs around 150- 160 lbs, pero nakaya siya ng 2 tao, he was already unconscious. Isinakay siya sa taxing nakaparada (it was a bus terminal, so maraming taxi na nakatambay). Yung terminal nila papa is only 7-10 minutes away from San Juan De Dios dapat. Sa taft kasi yung terminal, malapit sa MRT Taft Station. Since it was an emergency, pwede naman silang mag counterflow sa traffic na pa-Northbound.
Ang kaso, yung MMDA traffic enforces daw, hindi sila pinayagan, kelangan daw nilang sumunod sa traffic. Putang ina! May unconscious sa loob ng taxi, hindi pa din pwede mag counterflow?! E bakit kapag politico ang dadaan, laging pwede?! So imbes na makipagtalo yung driver, sumunod nalang siya. Imagine, from MRT Taft station, sa Magallanes pa sila umikot, papuntang San Juan De Dios!!! Tang ina talaga! Habang nasa taxi, yung conductor at yung guard was still trying to give papa a CPR. He was still breathing, negative pulse. Bago pa daw kumanan yung taxi sa San Juan De Dios sa tapat ng Heritage, humilik si papa, a long deep snore, and nawala na yung breathing.
Pagdating sa ER ng San Juan De Dios, an IV was inserted. He was even given 10 shots of epinephrine (10 shots!) via IV din. Defib (defibrillator) was also used. Naka todo ang joules. Pero wala pa din nangyari.
He was PRONOUNCED dead at 04:52 AM.
Gusto kong tanungin yung mga kasama ni papa sa taxi kung tama ba yung ginawa nilang CPR, pero napaka gago ko kapag ginawa ko yun.
Gusto kong sisihin ang management nila for trusting his abilities too much. Papa is consistently the EMPLOYEE OF THE YEAR ng company eversince he started there. SAMPUNG TAON na siya dun. Imagine, 10 long years! Walang mintis! Tapos ganun lang.
Gusto kong i-curse yung punyetang MMDA enforcer na hindi nag-iisip! Pero wala ng mangyayari. Kahit ikulong ko siya sa loob ng pink fence ni BF, hindi na mababalik ang buhay ni papa.
Ang sakit sakit marining yung kwentong yun.
I know it was even harder for his colleagues to tell us the whole story.
Papa, you know exactly what happened. Just like the old times, help me be enlightened and help me forgive those people. I miss you.
may 25, 2009
i received a call from mama while i was already on my way to work.
she was crying really hard.
she can barely talk.
after 2-3 minutes, she just told me this – ‘nak, kita tayo sa san juan de dios, inatake si papa’
i was stunned.
i just said yes, told her to calm down, and i’ll proceed to the said hospital.
i arrived the hospital at 07:00 am.
mama wasn’t there yet.
i proceeded to the information counter.
asked for what room mr.bacdayan is.
the man told me he is not on their records, and was advised to check at the emergency room.
i rushed to the er, saw a feet extending from one of the cubicles, i opened the curtain without thinking – IT WASN’T MY PAPA.
i asked the nurses at the nurse station.
she asked me if what was the news i received.
i told her this – ‘ wala pa, sabi lang ng mama ko, magkita kami dito dahil andito papa ko, i am his eldest daughter. so, where is he?’
the nurse didn’t bother to answer my question, instead, we did an inventory of the things they’ve got from papa’s pockets.
i again asked her where my papa is.
she told me to wait for the doctor.
pagtalikod ko palang, i heard the nurse ask the other nurse, – ‘SINO BA’NG NAG-PRONOUNCE?!
nagpanting ang tenga ko.
unintentionally, eto nalang ang nasabi ko – ‘PUTANG INA NAMAN, HINDI NIYO PA SABIHIN KUNG PATAY NA ANG TATAY KO, SINO IPRINO-NOUNCE? SINO NAGPRONOUNCE?!’
the nurse could’ve understood my emotions, and calmly told me to just wait for the doctor.
after few minutes, the doctor in blue scrubs, pupungas pungas pa, told me:
‘ ma’am, he was rushed here at 04:00 AM. we tried to revive him, this is his ecg chart, for 45 minutes, we really did everything we can. i declared him doa at 04:52.’
ganu’n ka simple.
i asked them what should i do next.
i was advised to proceed at the admitting room.
there, i was instructed on what to do.
at 08:00 AM, mama arrived, she was accompanied by our spiritual adviser, Sister Leonor (ssPs).
there were no tears when we met.
parehong blanko ang mga mukha namin.
i told her to go and process papa’s needs – barong, the place, and my siblings.
i decided to stay – i paid for the bills, and contacted the nearest nbi accredited funeral service at our place.
while waiting, papa’s boss arrived.
at 10:30AM, the funeral service arrived.
i asked the admitting people if i can see papa at the morgue, they allowed me.
pagkabukas palang ng pinto ng morgue, i already saw him.
i broke down. i can’t just imagine him dead, cold, lying there – helpless.
the worse i was thinking when i received mama’s call was he’s still alive, though naka tubo – may ecg na naka-kabit, may cardiac monitor, naka oxygen, lantang gulay.
papa never complained of anything.
i kept a monitoring of his bp, his lipid and cholesterol profiles were all normal, glucose were all good.
no history of heart ailments.
it was all so SUDDEN.
just 4 days after papa celebrated his 54th birthday.
nobody thought it’s gonna be his last.
it was so painful.
the last time i saw him alive was when we were on our way back home from pagudpud.
nakasalubong ng sasakyan namin yung bus niya.
after that day, umuwi siya ng bahay ng may 16 – 17, pero pag uwi ko tulog na siya, pag alis niya ng umaga, tulog pa ako.
that was it.
i’ll definitely miss papa.
i am a certified papa’s girl.
i love you, pa.
you know i really do.