Not yet Nightfall

This came in the mail today, from tita Babeth Lolarga, President of the Baguio Writers' Group. For whatever it's worth, I'm posting this here. If you happen to know sir Nap, or if you know someone who knows him, please pass this on.

Please help NAPOLEON JAVIER, Nap to us in Baguio and former general manager of DZEQ, Radyo ng Bayan.

Three weeks ago he was felled by a stroke and has been at the intensive care unit of the Notre Dame Hospital on Gen. Luna St., Baguio City, since then. A few days ago his vital signs started to stabilize, but he's not yet out of danger. Meanwhile, his hospital bills are mounting and his daily medicines amount to almost P10,000 a day.

Nap is a friend of artists and writers. He helped organize the visual artists' group Tahong Bundok and is a founding member of the Baguio Writers Group (BWG) along with Cirilo Bautista, Luisa Igloria, Butch Macansantos and Gabriel Keith. When the BWG was revived last year, he took it upon himself to organize a poetry reading on the air over DZWT which he co-hosted. He used to read poetry, too, in his former radio program "Nightfall."

Nap was also responsible for the "barangayan program" wherein basic government services were brought to the barangay level in Baguio City.

Donations will be go a long way in helping Nap and his family through this ordeal. These may be deposited into the account of his wife, Erlinda Javier, Banco de Oro savings account # 940056623. She may be contacted on this mobile number: 0927 296 2504.

Comments

admindude said…

Hope he is doing okay. I met him years ago but I'm not sure he remembers me.

31 August 2007 at 08:06

padma said…

Latest news is that he just had a successful tracheotomy and is now staying in a private room but is still under an ICU setup

31 August 2007 at 08:48

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