This is my daddy Agustin Loya. My dad was taken from us too soon on March 7th, 2019 at 4:03p.m to join my baby sister in heaven. Here I'll begin to tell you a little bit of what happend to my daddy. My dad went into the Emergency room on February 5th, 2019 with a headache, cough, and chest pain. They ran his vitals and he had an oxygen level of 87% and a temperature of 101. They placed him on 15 liters of oxygen to help boost his oxygen up and than they ran labs including a flu swab from which came back negative and chest xrays were ordered which resulted to be pneumonia. He was kept and admitted into the hospital. I remember leaving his room and telling him "I LOVE YOU I'll see you tomorrow, and he said okay dont forget to call the insurance" (as he didnt have insurance, he was going to ask for COBRA) "I told him okay dont worry about it." That same night that he was admitted I recieved a text message from my mom at 4:30 a.m telling me that my dad was taken to the ICU. I asked why and she told me that because he was still having a hard time breathing. Later that morning I went to see my dad it was about 8:50a.m as I had to drop off my little sister and daughter to school. When I walked into his ICU room I found my dad sedated, intubated, and  hooked onto a vent. I automatically started crying asking what had happend. Keep in mind my mom is Spanish speaking ONLY, and all she kept repeating is that when she walked into the room this is how she found him. I asked her if she had signed something, if a translator was used since I wasn't there to help translate to my mom what was going to happen. My mom said no, all she understood was that he needed to breath now. I asked why they took this step in needing to intubate him and all they said was it was proper procedure to help him breath. It didnt hit me till a few weeks after to realize that what they did was wrong by not explaining to my mom that he was going to be intubated. It crosses my head over and over again that if my dad knew what being intubated was, I'm almost 100% positive my dad would have said NO and that he would continue fighting. On February 18th, 2019, they did a trachea procedure as his tubes in his mouth had exceeded the time frame and needed to be taken out as he was at higher risk of infection.  Procedure went well. On February 21st, 2019, we were asked to step out of the room as they were going to move him and clean him. His oxygen level was already at 85%  when we left the room. We waited in the lobby and the nurse came out to tell us " We are really sorry, we are trying everything we can but he just cant keep his oxygen levels up" we went back into the room and their were 3 respiratory therapist, the doctor, and the nurse. My dad was at what they call the prone position (it's like tummy time) and he was being given oxygen thru a manual pump as the vent wasn't able to give him sufficient oxygen so they had to force it in. The doctor said that he was not going to make it as he was not tolerating being on the vent and we had to let him go as they couldn't continue doing the manual pump all day. My mom would not accept it, the doctor than told us she would make a "deal" she would flip him back onto his back and connect him back to the vent, BUT that there was chance that his heart would stop.  Thanks to the lord my dad recovered back to the 90% after a day of being connected to the vent again. We than received the news that my dad could have suffered some brain damage due to the lack of oxygen and chances were that he wouldn't wake up anymore we didnt want to believe it so we continued to fight. Days passed and all was going well, the chest xrays done every other day began to look a little bit clearer, we were beginning to see some hope. On March 4th, 2019, my dad began physical therapy, they would sit him up in bed at times thru the day, and he would open his eyes as well as turn his head when we called his name. On March 5th, 2019, my dad was running a fever of 102°. They would give him tylenol and ice packs hoping it would come down. On March 6th, 2019, my dad would not open his eyes or turn his head when we would call for him. His oxygen levels were at 86% and he couldn't hold it up. On March 7th, 2019, my dad lost his pulse, CPR was started. CPR was done for an hour, they would get his pulse back but would last only a minute and he would lose it, eventually his heart gave out and he passed away at 4:03p.m. My 2 little brothers and little sister and daughter, knew he was sick in the hospital but never knew how bad he was. Having to bring in your siblings to your dead father is not easy and heartbreaking.

***Please we ask for your support to help raise money for my little sisters after school programs, my little brothers graduating gown, my dads medical expenses and most importantly to my mother from whom is now left as head of the household to take care and manage everything by herself.***