Moday's forecast was the sun will shine like ramen eggs bathing in a bowl of Tantanmen amidst a myriad of readiness appraissals and a consultancy roll out, sterile like hallways of antiseptic baths for the morning parade to the operating theater and an annual work planning workshop until Tueday's declaration of a touch-and-go situation evicted a comatose procession from Room 2002 to a dark uncertain night.
Let us pray said the thoraic surgeon.
The portkeys of heaven at the Anglican Cathedral of St. Mary & St. John and St. Luke the Physician's Chapel were stormed with desperate pleas, sincere petitions for the deities' compassion who on Wednesday morning intervened through a faint wave of recognition to usher The Awakening from unintelligible scrawls and gestures to a familar script that on Thursday were liberated from the restraint of intravenous lines.
In the aftermath of a 10-minute brush with near-death, a pair of specters descended to secure ICU 2 and offered comfort that resuscitated neurons and nephrons to functional normalcy.
This was the story told on Friday night and by Saturday morning, the dark nights of Tower 2 (19M, 27P, 17L) metamorphosed into hazy but brigther days in Tower 3 (24Z) with the taming of the hypotension and extubation from the breathing machine.
A brave strong heart noted the cardiologist.
From relieved hearts, an outpouring of grateful prayers were coursed through heaven's portkeys by a gathering of Carmelians at the National Shrine of Our Lady of Mt. Carmel, an Episcopalian mass at the Cathedral of St. Mary & St. John, and four lighted candles for supplication at the Santuario de San Ezekiel Moreno.
It was a nightmare with limited visistation hours (9-10 am, 6-8 pm) but faith in the deities, prayers from family and friends, and the welcome distraction of drafting a communications plan that was circulated as guidelines for partnership management pushed forward the first payments to Manila, Jakarta, and a consultant immensely helped us to pull through...
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