Jason Magpoc memorial.
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On December 27th, 2016, we suddenly lost our friend, father, brother, uncle, son, cousin, grandson, and boyfriend, Jason Phillip Magpoc. He was loved by all who knew him.
What are some of the words often used to describe our brother, Jason? Kind, loving, loyal, caring, silly, crazy, mischievious, fun, wise, protective, tough, full of life, strong, stubborn, resilient, perseverent....a fighter. Whatever obstacle came his way, he was ready to battle and conquer.
Thus, when Jason was first hospitalized on December 15th, he was prepared to fight whatever culprit had been causing him for the last month to increasingly lose his breath, appetite, energy, weight and strength. In less than a month he had lost 15 pounds.
Upon their findings, the doctors were almost certain the root of his pain was cancer. All they needed were the biopsy results to confirm their thoughts.
On Wednesday morning, December 21st, Jason received the news that it was stomach cancer. Unlike some other cancers, stomach cancer unfortunately doesn't present signs and symptoms until it is in the advanced stages, nor does it have a cure. But that didn't deter Jason. He was a fighter determined to beat this.
That very day, instead of weeping, sulking, or worrying, he insisted that the family gather and do something fun for the children so that they could enjoy rather than be sad or fearful. That was the kind of man he was--protective of those he loved. He happily watched his daughter, Isabella, and his girlfriend's children whom he loved and cared for as if they were his own, and his nieces and nephews as they played and laughed.
Two days later on Friday morning, December 23rd, doctors confirmed that the cancer had spread to the lymph nodes and peritoneum, and that further results would indicate the severity and staging of the cancer. Although he was overcome with tears, he assertively said, "Nope. We're going to fight this. I'm never giving up. No way. That's not me."
Jason's breathing became more difficult during the night. He was taken to the ER the next morning. The hope was that they would give him an oxygen tank to take home and be discharged at the very latest on Christmas Day, but sadly that wasn't the case.
Instead, Jason was admitted into the ICU for a pulmonary embolism and pulmonary hypertension. They administered meds and chemo to try and help reduce the blockage and hypertension. He was weak and short of breath, yet he insisted we all continue with the tradition of attending mass, eating his favorite Christmas Eve dishes, and opening presents. Again, explemplifying the selfless man that he was. Mom brought him his soup, even though he couldn't eat it, and slept by his side in the ICU.
Christmas Day, same thing. He insisted that all of the extended family gather as usual, as long as we FaceTime him during the blessing of the food and prayer. Relatives tried their best to continue with the normal family Christmas traditions, while family members took turns staying with their beloved Jason at his bedside.
That evening, Jason, his mom, dad, and two sisters gathered together one last time for prayers and good laughter. Jennifer and their young daughter, Isabella, were allowed to visit him as well. It was the last night he spent with the family he grew up with, as well as the loving family he built with Jennifer and Isabella.
The next day, Jason had more energy, was breathing better, able to talk more and eat a tad more than jello. He was joking and barking orders with family, friends, and the ICU staff. He seemed to be doing well enough that his mom agreed to go home and sleep, allowing his brother-in-law to stay instead.
Almost immediately after his family departed, his body began to fail. Mournfully, in the early hours of Tuesday morning, December 27th, Jason passed away.
He was 36.
Jason is leaving behind his beautiful daughter, Isabella (2); girlfriend, Jennifer, and her 4 wonderful children; along with countless friends and cousins, nieces and nephews, his grandparents, sisters, and parents.
The family is asking for aid in paying his medical and funeral expenses, as well as to set up a fund for his darling daughter, Isabella.
Jason and family on Isabella's birthday--Nov. 20th
Jason watching the kids climb on the day of his diagnosis--Dec. 21st
What are some of the words often used to describe our brother, Jason? Kind, loving, loyal, caring, silly, crazy, mischievious, fun, wise, protective, tough, full of life, strong, stubborn, resilient, perseverent....a fighter. Whatever obstacle came his way, he was ready to battle and conquer.
Thus, when Jason was first hospitalized on December 15th, he was prepared to fight whatever culprit had been causing him for the last month to increasingly lose his breath, appetite, energy, weight and strength. In less than a month he had lost 15 pounds.
Upon their findings, the doctors were almost certain the root of his pain was cancer. All they needed were the biopsy results to confirm their thoughts.
On Wednesday morning, December 21st, Jason received the news that it was stomach cancer. Unlike some other cancers, stomach cancer unfortunately doesn't present signs and symptoms until it is in the advanced stages, nor does it have a cure. But that didn't deter Jason. He was a fighter determined to beat this.
That very day, instead of weeping, sulking, or worrying, he insisted that the family gather and do something fun for the children so that they could enjoy rather than be sad or fearful. That was the kind of man he was--protective of those he loved. He happily watched his daughter, Isabella, and his girlfriend's children whom he loved and cared for as if they were his own, and his nieces and nephews as they played and laughed.
Two days later on Friday morning, December 23rd, doctors confirmed that the cancer had spread to the lymph nodes and peritoneum, and that further results would indicate the severity and staging of the cancer. Although he was overcome with tears, he assertively said, "Nope. We're going to fight this. I'm never giving up. No way. That's not me."
Jason's breathing became more difficult during the night. He was taken to the ER the next morning. The hope was that they would give him an oxygen tank to take home and be discharged at the very latest on Christmas Day, but sadly that wasn't the case.
Instead, Jason was admitted into the ICU for a pulmonary embolism and pulmonary hypertension. They administered meds and chemo to try and help reduce the blockage and hypertension. He was weak and short of breath, yet he insisted we all continue with the tradition of attending mass, eating his favorite Christmas Eve dishes, and opening presents. Again, explemplifying the selfless man that he was. Mom brought him his soup, even though he couldn't eat it, and slept by his side in the ICU.
Christmas Day, same thing. He insisted that all of the extended family gather as usual, as long as we FaceTime him during the blessing of the food and prayer. Relatives tried their best to continue with the normal family Christmas traditions, while family members took turns staying with their beloved Jason at his bedside.
That evening, Jason, his mom, dad, and two sisters gathered together one last time for prayers and good laughter. Jennifer and their young daughter, Isabella, were allowed to visit him as well. It was the last night he spent with the family he grew up with, as well as the loving family he built with Jennifer and Isabella.
The next day, Jason had more energy, was breathing better, able to talk more and eat a tad more than jello. He was joking and barking orders with family, friends, and the ICU staff. He seemed to be doing well enough that his mom agreed to go home and sleep, allowing his brother-in-law to stay instead.
Almost immediately after his family departed, his body began to fail. Mournfully, in the early hours of Tuesday morning, December 27th, Jason passed away.
He was 36.
Jason is leaving behind his beautiful daughter, Isabella (2); girlfriend, Jennifer, and her 4 wonderful children; along with countless friends and cousins, nieces and nephews, his grandparents, sisters, and parents.
The family is asking for aid in paying his medical and funeral expenses, as well as to set up a fund for his darling daughter, Isabella.
Jason and family on Isabella's birthday--Nov. 20th
Jason watching the kids climb on the day of his diagnosis--Dec. 21st
Organizer and beneficiary
Wade Hutchinson
Organizer
Chula Vista, CA
Jennifer Lopez
Beneficiary
