My Dad -

Struggle

"Dad was rushed in the hospital, he's eyes are open but he isn't moving..." -Kim ( my sister crying )

"Don't ever let him sleep, I'll go home now."

I am Devi Kiaki D. Arahan and I am writing this share you my story and my Dad's last moments with us because he passed away 13th of July, 3015.

I am currently dressed to hit my office because its Monday and I am in Manila while my family is residing at the province in Nueva Ecija. That was around four hours ride from here going home. When my sister called me she is really crying to death and cannot utter any words and I told her to stop and tell me what was wrong. She then says that Dad was rushed in the hospital because he had an hypertensive attack. Then I asked her, is he awake? She said yes and my heart says yes he is chances are he just need to rest and stay at the hospital again because he survived that before way back 2012.

Dad is Hypertensive, he actually have several attack since 2000 but in 2012 is the most hardest attack he ever had. The hypertension make his veins in the brain explode and so a blood clot on it and for that reason he tend to feel dizzy and forget things, forget who is he and his family. Let me tell you the scenario last 2012.

Dad is laughing over nonsense thing. He keeps on telling my lil' sister that he got something to say but when my sister asked what he will say he do not know and then he will laugh. My lil sister would then again told him Dad, you are always like that because my Dad is jolly and would make fun of things. Then on the afternoon, he sat down in a chair exclusive for him and we found him showered with his saliva and urine. We immediately rushed him at the hospital near by and I never let him sleep because I am afraid that if he fall asleep he might be unconscious.

His blood pressure turns 160/160 for that reason a vein in his brain explode. He would need to be in an Intensive Care Unit so he could have the best treatment and yes, he is still awake and he talks. In that instance I am thinking that as long as He is awake and then I know whatever procedure he might be needing he can surpass that so I am right.

The blood clot in the brain eventually was dissolved by those expensive medicines and no need for him to go on a surgery. But what I've notice that as the procedure goes my Dad wont recognize my Mom and my sisters but he recognized me for that reason I took charge. I am the one who accompanied that in his two weeks stay in the hospital.

When you enter the Intensive Care Unit, there are other patients in there two. I mean that is not a private room but a ward full of patients in critical status. My Dad is at the last bed facing the wall because of all the patients in there he is the only one whom you could at least talked. What happened was that there is a scheduled hour when you are allowed to enter that particular ward so you got a chance to see them and right after that you will wait outside the door until a nurse call the patient name because they will asked you to get all the medicines that your patient needs.

My dad looses the brave man inside him when somebody pass away or somebody got sick, I think death would be his biggest fear. So when somebody died inside I will eventually get in because my dad might panic. And we survived a week at the ICU until he was transferred to ward and we get his own room.

On his room, my Dad can't still hardly recognize people so the doctor advised not to entertain visitors so he would be peaceful. Everyday Dad was being checked and would need to be transferred at the laboratories to checked the progression of his situation. When nurses would get him to bed my Dad is like a baby staring at them and would wonder where is he going and who are those people. One scenario I wouldn't forget is when Dad poop and the nurse would have to clean his stool on the diapers. After the nurse finished and when I entered the room Dad cried at me and says that he is not being treated the proper way because he was hurt and he mentioned the the nurse wouldn't be gentle enough. My dad seems to be a baby and my heart melts after that I've inform the head nurse what have just happened and tell them that I'll be the one who'll clean Dad because I cannot afford to see him again like that.
The nurse mentioned that he is just doing the way he used to do it and I understand him but he could at least empathized with my Dad's situation, I mean my dad do not know anything.

Until the day come that he was able to sit, talk, stand from bed, recognized and walk again. Until the day come that we can send him home but would be needing to go at the hospital to monitor his recovery and we did. Two weeks time dad was sent home and we make him feel that he was being cared and loved and recovered.

His nutritionist give him diet and make him loose weight, he has medicines to maintain for his blood pressure, and of course we took care of his liver and kidneys because those antibiotics his taking might affect them. After couple of months Dad was able to recognize everything and was able to do things on his own again but wasn't allowed to eat some of hos favorite food and was not allowed to get tired.

But as time passes by he was able to cope up with hos new lifestyle the same as we do because we eat together so what he is eating is what is he eating too.