A Second Life

it was past 12 midnight...

i was supposed to go to work...and then everything became blurry...i was hurting...
everybody seemed to be panicking..."Doc, 50/40!" one person shouted... I know I was conscious. Or maybe I am fighting to be so.

I tried to open my eyes, the lights from where I was seemed to be so bright that I can't almost see. Somebody was tapping me, "Ma'am ayaw ug katulog ma'am" tapping me harder. Someone was punching my diaphragm, "Ma'am??!" and I just tried to respond and opened my eyes...

December 3, 2008, I was fighting life over death...a fight I almost did not win...

"Day, ako c Doctora Roa ha..." a girl in an operating suit was talking to me. I know I was rushed to the hospital because I was hurting...that was the last thing I can fully remember. When I finally was able to have the courage to open my eyes and insisted to look around and see what was happening, I was in shock. There were a lot of nurses, assisting both of the Doctors who were checking on me. "Vitals?" somebody shouted, I couldn't see who she was. "Stable!" someone answered back.

I closed my eyes...I then remembered, I was in the Emergency room, hurting like hell. I saw Kenn's face, he was worried, the kind of face I have never seen in our entire lives together. "basin diay dili Doc..." I heard him being in denial upon hearing the doctor's diagnosis. "Ipa ultrasound lng sa nato Doc.." he insisted...and I can't seem to hear the rest of the conversations. I was hurting...so much that I couldn't bear it anymore.

"Tay, ngano daw dugay?" I asked him, trying to clarify why I wasn't still given any medication. He was just holding my hands. His were as cold as mine. I then know something serious was happening to me...I closed my eyes, and for a brief moment, I called Jesus' name...and I passed out...I don't know for how long...

"Day! Day! mata Day!, ayaw ug katulog Day, kadiyot nlng ni!" a pretty girl was instructing me not to close my eyes and feel asleep. She was also punching me in the diaphragm, harder than she could. All I could do everytime she punched me was open my eyes, but I couldn't say anything, even if it was painful. "Ako lng e capture imong ultrasound, then adto nata sa OR!"

"Ready na inyong kwarta Dong?" somebody asked Kenn, and all I could see on his face was fear and anger, all at the same time. He was pale. He was in panicked. He kept on going here and there and talking to someone in the cellphone. He was worried, worst, he didn't seem to know what to do. I pittied him. I couldn't help him. I was lying in bed, helpless as well.

"Ready na?!" the girl who introduced herself as Doctora Roa asked everyone in the Operating Room. "Yes Doc!" Almost everyone answered...

Somebody put something in my mouth and nose, "Day Oxygen lng na!" and I couldn't breathe...and I passed out again...

When I woke up, I couldn't speak. I couldn't almost see. Everything was blurry. I am dead...or I thought so...I then realized that I was just in the recovery room , that was around 7 in the morning. The next thing I know, I won the fight I had with DEATH. I was given a SECOND LIFE.


A lot of realizations happen with that incident. Our lives changed to something we didn't expect. I have discovered true friends in the event of being in a 50/50 stage. I have known heroes who would choose to help others than thinking of themselves first.

I THANK them from the bottom of my heart. (and you know who you are guys)

But most of all, I thank GOD for giving the chance to be with the ones I love again.