(Published in the Daily Reporter on 3/25/2009)
She never gave us face
She never gave us face
Víctor M. Barranco C.
need stunned. But feel inside that infernal noise that has sown the official silence. Do not listen to the irresponsibility of others with impunity nestled in the most critical of any ethical conscience. They need to deceive the reason. Expected to be redeemed at fault. Search in the shadows, that sort of argument to explain, though not justified, as it can never grow pain on the morning of others ... and nothing happens. Not even an explanation. So to return. Back. To this day only months ago. When your child lived. When they obeyed not, yet, the public invitation to operations "simple, safe" umbilical hernia under an official Foundation offered. In this place where they discovered their nakedness citizen. Its official checkout. But also how, as a result of any alleged mistake ... your baby died, no one will explain ... or just give them the face. In a trailer, just opposite the Cathedral, guards handled the surgery. All children underwent surgery relentlessly. Released to their parents without their fully awakened from anesthesia, by non-staff nurses ... only with radio and charge. So today, amid the tears that choked him he and his partner, need to stop the lies, absences, omissions. But feel that stupid bell that inside the notes and, as a nightmare, I awake every night. The doctor who operated, never turned his face. Never asked. Never appeared. And when he did, it was the judicial body, but, they say, to lie .... Only the false attempt to justify the unjustifiable. Three years and the world ahead. All tests account for the vitality and child health. That child who left for a cum-peritonitis infection that either did not notice in the operation-what could make-or subject of negligence could have caused some infectious derivative thereof, with the same result. Today they want to go to scrutinize in this strange silence. There, where for some reason your child, partner and him, hoping he unstitched. In this instance of life, where pain is nasty conversation with sadness. Now, he just wants an explanation. The truth ... if you dare. What they call justice and that they do not stop to perceive, to know, can testify that there is. Avoid walking through the place where everything ends. In the which your child should not be. Something that, while not calm nor crying, nor pain, nor the pressure in the chest, drowning ... at least give them some light on what happened. Therefore, in the midst of unexpected and inexplicable loss of their healthy child, just three years, only aspiring to something new can, henceforth, to justify their existence ... and justice.
- I visit in my office, after writing. Samuel and Melissa are two young men who lost their young son inexplicably. His only son. Broken, not who they are not even explain what happened. Any alleged negligence, pose, has been guilty of a pain drowning. Captives of unnecessary grief. Parents of a dead child at the wrong time. Forced witnesses of human injustice. Doomed for life at the same nightmare. Tell me ... I ask
- took the floor and said: My son was suffering from an umbilical hernia. Nothing annoys. A hernia that was undetectable on your health. That we wanted to work only for their appearance. We saw an operation of a Municipal Foundation was to develop a trailer-clinic located opposite the Cathedral and, in response to that was not of any risk, we went there to undergo surgery, and correct the problem that our child for almost three old he was. He had surgery on Friday January 30. About three hours of operation, we handed him over. It was about 10:30 am and was not fully awake. Moreover, never did.
- Do not wait for doctors to fully recover from anesthesia to give it to you?
- That's me all over the world. Even medical friends have told me that the doctor's own controller and anesthesiologist caring for the patient until fully awake. Christian, our child was very weak. He complained ... but never cried. The next day I called the facility and was told that was normal. Were consequences nature of the surgery they had undergone. However, as I felt so bad, I took her up and I took him to Security. Along the way he fainted and vomited. Just asking for water. He complained but did not cry. Hold me tight, like clinging to life. And I helplessly, not knowing what was going on there with him ... living his last minutes without knowing it. Impotent. Feeling that the world is just me. ... When we arrived, the doctors told us they received it had no vital signs. My child was dead!
- What doctors said they received it?
- Guys and a pediatrician told us that was no problem for anesthesia. That was one peritonitis.
- Do you think there was negligence?
- Everything seems to suggest so. We say that probably were not aware of peritonitis, and prospered ... severe infection or infection was a result of surgical contamination. In any case, the facts do assume that with some attention, it need not have presented this picture. A doctor I can not reveal the name said, "if peritonitis, it is his responsibility"
- Did you talk to the doctor who operated?
- No. She wanted us to face. We answer the phone, nor has it gone the times we've tried to see if he could explain. We ponder the reason for this attitude ... and truth that whoever does not should not fear.
- Will is ducking?
- Insurance. Do not you think that if someone has nothing to do with such a serious case, leaves, gives the face, he tells us, comforts us, comforts us. No lies. Such behavior is neither ethical nor humane. Moreover, when called to testify, he lied, I'm told. She said that when the call from the Attorney General, that the mother had given him a meal and it was consecuenciado this state. What food, BA. If all we asked our son, dying without attention, was water. Even the angel cried. I had no energy. Just complaining ... and she should be aware that even gave us his face. Draw your conclusions degree, and you will see that, sure, coincides with ours.
- denounced the case?
- The case is in the Public Ministry. What has the Attorney Alejandra Oliveros guarantee that things will work out. Us personally and professionally treated excellently. His attitude comforts us in the midst of this great pain.
- What does the autopsy?
- We are waiting for the results of a more exhaustive than was realized. For the die on a Saturday and take him to the hospital, but there was no pathologist. At about ten o'clock began a protest by relatives waiting for them to hand over his own ... there were many dead bodies waiting to be autopsied. It was on Sunday afternoon when it appeared a pathologist who has since retired, but decided to do us the favor of taking all he's autopsy.
- Was his only son?
- Yes. Our only child. Note degree I had taken the shift in the morning and Melissa was studying in the evening so that the child never left alone. Indeed, had frozen the semester to join him in the operation and after assist you. Moreover, our parents were also with him forever. It was the blessing of our family. Grandparents are torn. Look lively, "he shows the child's photo on his cell phone," see the medical reports are proof of the excellent state of health who was at the time of elective surgery, not an emergency. And they always said there was no risk whatsoever.
- Do you think having another child?
- I do not think I once said Melisa
- How old are they, I wondered?
- Melisa 21 and I 23, I says Samuel
- How do you feel?
- Rabies ... and a great sadness that I said it, he wept. It's a huge pain. It's something that can not be described.
- What do you want?
- Learn the truth. Certainly know what happened, and enlarge it more our pain. Is that sad, more uncertainty, the silence of the doctor ... we going to go crazy.
- Not even before the operation, you talk about her?
- No. We were told he had been in the morgue while my child is waiting for the autopsy ... but we did not see her, or she sought to speak with us. We've always avoided.
- Your family?
- We are a very close family. And Christian was kind of the center of it. A very smart kid graduate. Very lively. Very affectionate. A child who was easy to love. Full of life. Too big for his age. Note that Samuel had a bad feeling. He had told me three days before the child's death: "We will take care that I feel that something bad is going to happen." But I never thought it would be with the child ... is more what we had in the Insurance and papers were to leave to intervene, but we saw the promotion, and to assure us that there was no risk in the Foundation decided to do ... and we do not have children, or hopes, not explanation. Only this horrible nightmare that punishes us every minute.
- Have they called the Foundation?
- No. No communication. Even for elementary courtesy. NOT even a basic sense of humanity. Not even because it addresses a woman has been the necessary sensitivity against such a serious event. There nobody talks ... Dr. never told us how he had left the child after surgery. They took him out of there without stretchers. Without the necessary equipment. Unprotected. An official with a radio in hand, not a nurse or expertise ... and also, still half asleep. Does it seem to you that responsibility, Graduate?. Is that normal??
- Why did you come?
- First, because we want to know and no one responded. And everyone knows what is your read that section. I do not lose it, but I never thought my son would be dead protagonist of one of his interviews. To be more care and other parents do not have to live with this horrible nightmare from that day with us. For officials to be sensitized, so that physicians are accountable for what they do or not do. To become aware of what it can mean a mistake or an oversight in an operating room. For anyone to cry over the death of a loved one unfairly. Because no one rob you of joy, hope. Because no other child has to leave prematurely their toys, pencils, their goody just because they took all precautions.
Naked Love, body, silence. Naked truth of passion, laughter, hope. Dressed only noise that will not let a moment, questions that jolt the mind accompanying her sadness, truth, betrayal and that any persistent memory ... survive. Naked all, after your child's unexplained death. And does not care about age or experience, or how shocking the breeze. Even the wars, passions, or the verses. The time has stopped, wet, in their eyes. And the belly that you bundle up your child for 9 months, and not to prepare for more, for fear of another unexcused absence. Another inexplicable void. And no one to narrate the stories. Neither the occurrence enjoy intelligent child who joined the family. No how, or what birthday. All is distress. Hungry for love and smelling candle, flowers and incense. Now go naked logic of commitments, and responses morning. Now only have shadows, and colored pencil that draws more on paper ... only silence.
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