When old people gather, we talk about people who died. Friends, relatives, classmates, batchmates, neighbors, and strangers. We like to self-flagellate and scare ourselves, that death is staring at our faces because we are now old and gray.
And for good reason. Marami na kaming kakilala na pumanaw na. My husband lost two of his college basketball mates in 2025, Bobbit and Ronnie.
Cristy, 68, one of my brother’s former top executives, whom I had been meaning to invite to lunch for the past two years, passed away on December 31, 2025. According to her sister in law’s account, Cristy was vacationing in Japan when she experienced abdominal pain. Pagbalik, she went directly to Asian Hospital, where she was diagnosed with appendicitis and underwent surgery.
She remained hospitalized for two weeks before being discharged. Her surgical wound healed slowly, possibly due to diabetes.
On the morning of December 31, she complained of difficulty breathing. Her daughter elevated her pillows, but her breathing did not improve. Oxygen was administered, yet she continued to experience shortness of breath.
She was rushed to the emergency department of a nearby hospital, where doctors stated that her lungs were filled with fluid. She was intubated.
Her family became extremely worried because, after the COVID pandemic, many of us are traumatized by the mere word intubation. The doctors later said that her heart had significant blockage (maraming bara) and that she needed an angiogram and angioplasty. Her blood pressure continued to drop until it could no longer be detected.
I am not a doctor, but I believe that if the doctors had first drained the fluid from her lungs, continued oxygen support without intubation, and allowed her heart to stabilize, baka buhay pa sya ngayon.
Her death came as a shock. Napaka close ng family nila. She was the rock that bond them together.
I was so busy on January 2 kaya I got to the wake at 3:40 pm. Manila Memorial was my 6th destination on that day. Buti na lang konti ang traffic.
My sister said that perhaps Cristy didn’t know she had already died, since it all happened so suddenly.
Possible. Her soul could linger for a while. I don’t know.
May Cristy rest in eternal peace.
Paghindi ako gaanong busy, I will choose na nga my own photos for my wake. Baka hindi ko type yung mga piliin ni Edmund, mainis pa ako.
I will also plan the program. I will break tradition. Yung sa iba merong Holy mass several times a day. Sa burol ni Dr. Amos Callanta, 3x ako nagsimba one after the other. When I noticed there were more priests who came, at mukhang may balak na magmisa uli, naku umalis na ako baka tubuan na ako ng pakpak. Hindi bagay sa akin ang maging anghel. Sa burol ko, merong na lang performers instead of Holy Mass several times a day. Kontratahin ko na si Jonathan Badon.
By the way, nakabili na ako sa Heritage ng lote and funeral service, kumpleto na so my children will not worry. My husband will bring bottles of alcohol. Hindi pang sanitize ng kamay. Pang-inom. Di ba sa burol, nag-iinuman? Punta kayo merong Macallan. Sobra sa mga binili kong Christmas gifts.
wow ang sosyal naman ng alak sa burol, Macallan 🙂
Hahaha.
Intubation is done as an airway emergency intervention. Pag hindi na intubate, cardiac arrest follows. Draining fluid takes time. Fluids are in pleural spaces nasa alveoli. Hindi yan lobo na may tubig pag pinutok mo bulwak lahat ng tubig.
Bago gawin lahat ng mga iyan nakanpirma na ng consent to care. Kaya walang pasyenteng mananalo sa demandahan
Thank you for this information.