Last Sunday, the Ladagas plus Mom went to Ayala Alabang Village to visit my cousin Frances Sales-Garcia and her family. A week before our visit, I was told by my Auntie Cely Sales-Estacio that Ate Frances’ husband had a stroke early January. Hubby and I promised to ourselves that we would visit Ate Frances. Ate France has a special spot in my heart because 1.) she is one of my very few Sales relatives who live near me; 2) she was Raviv’s first ever visitor; 3) despite not being able to attend Raviv’s dedication/binyag because her flight got delayed, she was so kind as to have even sent a nice gift for Raviv; and, 4) because we share two other important things besides our maiden names: pretty faces and alma mater. ‘Yun nga lang, payat pa rin siya despite two kids! Na-insecure si Nanay Dew when she greeted us at their doorstep wearing a simple plaid blouse and shorts on her probably-24-inch-waistline!
Anyway, we were relieved to see her husband has been getting better day by day, unlike the others whose mental faculties have really been damaged. Ate Frances attributes her husband’s relatively better-than-others’ condition to the fact that he was brought to the hospital quickly. Let me tell you how she “rescued” her hubby, so that if it happens to a loved one (God forbid), you can act quickly and salvage him/her.
On that day, she arrived from work an hour earlier than usual and proceeded to their bedroom. She saw her husband lying on the floor, conscious but not moving. She thought her husband was kidding her, and she even berated him, “Hoy tumayo ka na diyan may meeting pa ako.” But of course, he was not moving. After much berating from her, she realized that something wrong must have happened. She held her hubby’s hand and asked, “Hindi ka makapagsalita?” Her husband replied by squeezing her hand. She immediately sought the help of her in laws and had their driver carry her husband to the car and rushed him to the Asian Hospital. However, she said she got annoyed at the staff of Asian because it seemed they didn’t know what to do! It was even she who instructed the driver to lift her husband from the car to be brought inside the hospital! Sheesh! Good thing that despite the delays, her husband was given first aid within three hours.
I know we’ve all heard the term, “na-stroke” several times before, but what exactly is it? According to medicalnewstoday.com,
A stroke is a condition where a blood clot or ruptured artery or blood vessel interrupts blood flow to an area of the brain. A lack of oxygen and glucose (sugar) flowing to the brain leads to the death of brain cells and brain damage, often resulting in an impairment in speech, movement, and memory.
So why is it important to be brought to the hospital ASAP? This is why, according to strokeassociation.org,
If given within 3 hours of the start of symptoms, a clot-busting drug called tissue plasminogen activator (tPA) may reduce long-term disability for the most common type of stroke.
That’s why I called this entry “A stroke of Luck”. Of course, suffering stroke is definitely unlucky, but a word of thanks to the Lord must be uttered because tPA was administered on time. Praying further that he will recover fully. I admire Ate for being strong. I might crumble if this happened to my Randy.
In doing my research (aka Google search) for this entry, I stumbled upon the warning signs of stroke, and I’d like to share it with you:
If any of these take place, get help ASAP! I regret that we don’t have 911 here in the Philippines (bakit nga ba wala?!?)
Anyway, we spent the rest of the afternoon catching up, with my Mom doing most of the talking because Randy and I had to alternate going after Raviv likot! Ate Frances’ house wasn’t Raviv-friendly because she had plenty of decor vases, and as Raviv’s parents (and because we did not bring any yaya with us–major mistake!), it was OUR responsibility to make sure Raviv does not damage anything in our hostess’ house. And it is also OUR responsibility to placate our hostess that WE won’t allow our son to damage any of her stuff. [I used to hate it (and still do) when parents bring their children to adult soirees and do not even bother going after their tots when their tots are being malikot! 'Yun bang ang sasabihin lang ay, "Baby, 'wag malikot" sabay balik sa pakikipagkuwentuhan whereas yung host takot na takot na na ma-damage 'yung gamit niya!] So later we just brought Raviv out in their lawn, where he semi-played with his 2nd cousin Peyton (Ate Frances’ daughter).
I was not able to have a full body picture taken for my Wardrobe Diary, but I guess my photos will suffice, just connect the dots.
Here’s another photo–better photo of my clothes, yet blurry photo of my face.
- Petit Monde gray dress
- Headband from Novo (P12 lang!)
- Earrings from my mother-in-law
- Jelly ballet flats from Grendha
- Houndstooth print diaper bag from Baby Couture (given by Raviv’s Ninang Light)
Gotta go now, bye-bye!
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