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Monday, May 08, 2006

~~~João Jacinto Pimentel~~~ A Gloria Do Meu Santo Pai



A man may die, nations may rise and fall, but an idea lives on.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963)

João Jacinto Borges Pimentel
(1934-2006)
Je n'ai jamais connu d'homme plus honnête... intègre... patient... dévoué à sa famille...
que João Pimentel... mon père.
(...)
Ce monde était meilleur - et enrichi - avec sa présence.
Ceux qui enrichissent ce monde nous quitte plus vite.
Ceux qui souillent ce monde durent plus longtemps.

Mon père n'était pas "quelqu'un"... il n'était pas un politicien... il n'était pas un homme d'État... mais on gagnait à le connaître.
C'était un saint homme.
Et le perdre est notre perte à nous... et le gain du Paradis,
qui a d'ores et déjà un ange de plus.

Que Dieu Te Bénisse, Papa

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Il avait 36 ans quand je suis né
J'avais 36 ans quand il a été délivré
Je l'ai vu partir deux fois
Il m'a donné la vie deux fois

Outre sa grande dévotion au Bienheureux Frère André et à Saint Joseph, mon père était particulièrement dévoué à Saint Bénédict et récitait la prière suivante régulièrement, dans sa langue natale
(du temps où il n'était pas encore aphasique)

***
Oração a São Benedito, o mouro

Glorioso São Benedito, bem aventurado seja pela mansidão, paciência, sofrimento e outras santas virtudes ,sempre abençoado com a cruz da Redenção. Por vossa humildade e vossa caridade fostes remido na terra para gozar o fruto de vossas obras no céu, junto ao divino coro dos anjos, uma gloria eterna. Glorioso São Benedito, sede meu protetor amado , concedei-me a graça de que necessito para poder imitar as suas virtudes e as virtudes dos outros santos.(diz aqui a sua graça pedida)... e ainda a graça de toma-lo como modelo possa eu ser um dia digno das promessas de Nosso Senhor Jesus Cristo.

Dái-me vigor e constância pois sou fraco. Sem vossa ajuda não poderei alcança-los nessa vida de espinhos e tropeços.Ajudai-me, com sua Divina Luz e livrai-me das tentações do pecado para que me torne digno da felicidade eterna. Sede meu guia para a bem-aventurança eterna. Amem

São Benedito, grande confessor da fé, com toda confiança venho a implorar a vossa valiosa proteção.
Vós a quem Deus enriqueceu com os dons celestes, impetrai-me as graças que ardentemente desejo, para a maior gloria de Deus.
Confortai o meu coração nos desalentos! Fortificai minha vontade de cumprir os meus deveres!
Vinde orientar-me nas horas decisivas da vida! Dai-me confiança nos desânimos e sofrimentos. Sede o meu companheiro nas horas de solidão e desconforto.
Assisti-me e guia-me na vida e na hora da minha morte para que eu possa bendizer a Deus nesse mundo e goza-lo na eternidade com Jesus Cristo a quem tanto amastes.
Amem.

***


Thirty odd years ago today,
he was pacing the halls of that hospital...
As I came into this world.
He had lit a candle to the Holy Virgin
So that both his wife and child would survive.
I was pacing the halls of that same hospital
A mere month ago... demanding that they keep him alive
in this cold cruel world...
Aye, it is cold and it is cruel -
yet, despite that fact,
when death comes we do not want to give in.
In our case, especially not -
not in that same hospital
where they have kept a 95 year-old woman alive,
on a respirator,
in a neuro-vegetative coma,
for MONTHS...
And me, I had to fight
with the medical staff
and the administration
to get my father the same thing
the same treatment
for barely a week!
Curse you to hell, Dr. Bellemarre
Pre-destined name that you have there,
dispenser of death
that you truly are!
In a hospital rife with pre-destined names...
they have a Dr. Lacharité...
a Dr. Labrecque... a Dr. Ferron and a Dr. Marsolais (...)
yours, Bellemare, took the highest dishonors!
This hospital, so rich of quacks of renown...
Some do a terrible job
Others are adequate
- for small tasks only!
They profess to lead the way in all the major areas of their profession
and thus, they believe to be meritorious of the new E.R.
to be inaugurated in the fall of 2006.
But when it comes to actually saving lives
they are found to have not enough of a budget all of a sudden...
To refurbish an old hospital, they could find millions
to save the earthly life of one precious kind soul
they could not find enough reasons
to soldier on as their oath dictates that they do.
They invoked "l'acharnement thérapeutique"
(aggressive therapy - nothing more)
and it not applying in this case...
They invoked the hopelessness of any possible recuperation...
They even invoked the possibility of another,
more "salvageable case" coming in
into intensive care...
(Such as what - that 95 year-old?)
All to do the opposite - and not save but snuff out that life
- that life that didn't matter to them.
Hence, we had to clear the spot.
Because we had no hope.
We were stripped of it early.
By the good hypocrites
who swore Hippocrates' Oath.
I curse you all on this day
nurses and quacks
who contributed to the hasty departure of a good man.
I curse the others
who wished him dead.
And I bless his name
João Jacinto Borges Pimentel
O Meu Santo Pai
whom I will see again
on Judgment Day



That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the
Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart
that God hath raised him from the dead,
thou shalt be saved.
- Romans 10:9






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I was told a lot of different things by a lot of different people, on how to handle grief... how to behave now that I am faced with bereavement... how to handle the succession too!

As I was the procurator, spokesman, guardian, administrator, assistant-nurse and protector of my father... as I am his liquidator, son, sole heir and official biographer... I shall decide how to behave, act, speak on his behalf as for myself, liquidate, administrate and dish out some punishment, in his name, as I see fit.

I shall decide how to proceed - and no one else.

Thy input is welcome, still - kins and pins, kind ones and unkind ones alike...

However, my word is it.

And thou shalt NOT question it!

Before I add to this... again, when I see fit... I will mention at this time that the new emergency room that they are building for that particular hospital there (...) will STILL not change a thing about their sorry track record!

For, in a recent poll, it was found that THAT particular hospital's E.R. service rated a pathetic "D-" in the rating of all hospitals around here! D-! And the best scores were no higher than B- either...

So much for the public health system that the USA is so jealous of and wants to imitate, in some shape or form...

More...
LATER...
 
In this memorable blog post, there is a picture of a man in a bed, surrounded by state-of-the-art life-sustaining machinery...

It looks just like my dear saintly dad, on his I.C. bed... but I authorized no pictures. And took none myself. Yet, I found this picture, online, in a document issued by THE VERY SAME HOSPITAL...

It is enough to give goosebumps, is it not.

This is the same hospital which kept alive, on a respirator, a 95 year-old woman who is deemed to be a "hopeless case" too - for two MONTHS! And yet, with my father, 72 years of age, to keep him hooked on the damn respirator I had to FIGHT to get ONE WEEK...

The difference was that that lady's family was more united than mine was... for the cause of LIFE

And, also, money talks...

And, also, deep down, MOST ALL of those who swear Hippocrates' Oath are hypocrites who care only about themselves and their own...
 
You know what...

A part of me almost wants to wind up in I.C. myself... So that I can do an "inside job in the I.C." - see?

When I'd be through, not everyone would be able to tell apart the quacks, the nurses and the silly security goofs from the "hopeless cases"... see what I mean?

All I need to do to get into Intensive Care - is to act intense on the highway or something!

And wind up in a profoundly dumb car crash... say, like that 95 year-old woman?!?

What the hell was she doing on the road anyway, can anyone tell me?!?

Appreciate the dark humor - it can get worse than that... even here... on THE LUMINOUS BLOG!

;)
 
And IT IS going to get much worse than that before it gets better!!!

Because the days, weeks and months are going by... and I am NOT getting better personally - why should the blog get better and lighter in tone? Hmm?

Cause it's the LUMINOUS Blog - so it has to be LIGHT?

Uh-huh.
My Blog;
My Rules!

DOCTOR DEATH - I AM TALKING TO YOU (HOPE YOU DO READ THIS)

DOCTOR PATRICK BELLEMARRE
YOU WHO TINKERED WITH THE RESPIRATOR TO DO AWAY WITH MY DAD, THE "HOPELESS CAUSE" - TO CLEAR A SPOT FOR A MORE SALVAGEABLE CASE...

YOU WHOSE "Numéro de permis de la Corp. des médecins" IS NO. 197192-0... YOU WHOSE FAT ASS I DESPISE AND LOATHE... I WARN YOU TODAY!

What goes around...
comes around.

That's all.
 
AS FOR THE REST...

WHICHEVER ONE OF YOU IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CHANGE IN MEDICATION ADMINISTRATION...

FOR, BELLEMARRE MAY HAVE CONTRIBUTED TO STOPPING MY FATHER'S HEART...

IT WAS A NOTHER QUACK WHO MISJUDGED OR RATHER IGNORED COMPLETELY MY FATHER'S WEAKENED STATE AND REPLACED A PILL BY AN INJECTION... THAT CHANGE ALONE DID MORE HARM THAN GOOD...

AND WHETHER IT IS YOU
DR MICHELE-ALEXANDRA LABRECQUE...

OR YOU
DR WHATSISNAME CHAGNON

OR YOU
DR WHATSISFRIGGINGNAME GONDREAU

OR YOU
DR. JEAN-PAUL FERRON

I WILL FIND OUT WHICH ONE OF YOU MADE THE CHANGE - SHOOK MY FATHER'S SYSTEM DOWN TO THE CORE - AND WORSENED HIS CONDITION INSTEAD OF MAKING IT IMPROVE.

AND ONCE I NAIL YOU, DOC...

I WILL HAVE YOU FOR ALL THAT YOU'RE *ALLEGEDLY* WORTH...

Have a nice day...
 
I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN YOU TWO...

DR PIERRE "EYES OF AN ASSASSIN" MARSOLAIS...

(And you pretended that you had once thought of becoming a PRIEST?!? With THOSE EYES?!? MY GOD... No wonder you are all for frankensteinish and ultimately futile procrastinating methods such as organ donation... Amazing though that you didn't like MY procrastinating in there...)

AND YOU...
DR NORMAND MOUSSETTE
What kind of an inept so-called specialist are you anyway?!?

Trying to live up to the "adorable absent-minded professor" type, are ya? What kind of a MORON are you that you never warned us that DIABETES might be a part of the many health problems we'd discover... HUH?!? WHEN THERE IS A DIRECT CORRELATION!!!
We had to discover its unfortunate presence TOTALLY BY SURPRISE - AND DREADING THAT IT WAS SOMETHING MUCH, MUCH WORSE FOR MY DEAR OLD DAD!!!

And YOU, MORONIC MOUSSETTE - YOU ARE THE ONE I BLAME FOR NOT GIVING MY FATHER ANY PREVENTIVE MEDECINE, WAAAAY BACK THEN... WAY BACK IN 1990.

YEAH.
"EN 1990"
THAT GOD-DAMN FRENCH SONG THAT WILL HAUNT ME FOREVERMORE NOW - FOR ALL OF THE WORST POSSIBLE REASONS

DAMN YOU MOUSSETTE
DAMN YOU TO HELL

AND YOU'RE NO BETTER MARSOLAIS
 
To end on a better note...

A note wherein I am not damning anyone to eternal perdition...
(after all, I am no Jehovah's Witness - I do not pretend to really know who will wind up where in just anyone's case... I do know though a bunch of names who are unquestionably on the roasting list, Lake-of-Fire-bound... But that is another story...)

I was headed for the intensive care unit for the first time ever.

They assigned some guy to show me the way there.

This was mere MINUTES after I HAD TO SOUND THE ALARM MYSELF that my father wasn't well... and he had been rescued, barely in time, by all available medical staff on hand...

So, they elect a neophyte, on his first day of work there, to show me the way to his new room in intensive care.

Great.

The Hand of God in all this was that this neophyte looked just like my dad, back in the days when HE was working there - in HIS very own first job.

This was God telling me that life continued.

This was God showing me how the cycle keeps beginning anew.

This was God showing me how this life matters little, compared to the journey of the soul that my father has now undertaken...

Immediately, my anger subsided.

I had punched the corridor wall a mere few minutes prior!

I was still in turmoil inside.

I had a faint hope (that would be squashed by DR MARSOLAIIIIIS soon after, in our first of three "debates" that I would win hands down - verily, were it not for the little respirator tinkering trick, we'd still be there and dad would still be BREATHING!)

But, upon seeing, basically, "another João Jacinto"... I had to be civil.

And eventually, I had to accept.

But then, there were a couple of RELATIVES who annoyed the HELL out of me again...

I quit being on acceptance mode...
And revolted again.

What goes around
sure does come around.


DON'T FORGET THAT... BENNY BOY
 
Let's end on a better note here...


FUNERAL PARLOR - 9000$

CHURCH MASS - 175$

CEMETERY LOT - 1500$


LIFE - PRICELESS


For everything else really doesn't matter ultimately.
 

Oops.

Oopsy doopsy.

I apologize.

I sincerely regret...

I am genuinely sorry that...

well, that I mixed up the names; it is DR. PIERRE MARSOLAIS... and I do believe DR. MARC BELLEMARRE. Neither of them would be a "PATRICK" therefore...
So sorry about THAT.
The name confusion.
THAT and only THAT.
I must have confused either one of them DOCTORS OF DEATH with a DEADLY DEALER I saw whose name was PATRICK indeed...

MEA CULPA.

Honest mistake -
for quacks are a dime a dozen
And I see no difference between anyone of their ilk once I'm past a certain floor at that wretched Hospital...


 
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