After nine days and six bags of blood transfused (well, that’s what he said), my brother finally has the go signal to go home. Whew! All this for just running in the Ateneo’s meron lagoon area.
The whole thing was quite an ordeal for the whole family, especially the time when we had to look for blood at 1:00 in the morning without any leads. We had to go as far as tapping contacts of contacts to get blood from the Red Cross. And it doesn’t help that the hospital he chose to be admitted really sucks. (Don’t ask.)
It was quite an experience for all of us.
To all who visited, texted and supported us in any way, we thank you!
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