I did not have formal training how to suction. My Dad had a
lot of phlegm that needs to be vacuumed. Only the nurses can do it properly
until my mom and sister were the first brave ones to learn how to insert a suction catheter
inside the throat of my Dad so he can breathe. One night, I was left alone with my ate Helen when he needs to be suctioned. When the situation called for it, Meredith Grey took over me and
the next thing I knew I was already doing the suctioning.
A suction machine, though it’s pricey, is necessary for a
stroke patient. Without it, my dad’s breathing would be blocked. It is not a
nice view to see phlegm literally getting sucked out of your father’s throat
but you become braver and braver each day when you get immune to the idea that
it needs to be done for him to survive.
While our house was undergoing some changes, literally, in preparation for Tatay's arrival after being hospitalized ( borrow hospital bed, clean house, get oxygen, etc.), UPLB's University Health Service was kind enough to let us stay there for a week while we fix the house.
Our Tatay was only able to use his suction machine for less than a month and a half and we still have brand new suction catheters, so our family decided to donate it to the University Health Service (Infirmary) because ...
... it is just exactly what our Tatay would have wanted.

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