Truley
Posted : 5/5/2010 8:43:42 AM
Morning.
Thank you everyone for the thoughts, and a special thank you for Callie, you guys are the best. You took a short garbled, devastated phone call and managed to make sense of it.At the time I called Callie, I was so scared, mad, frustrated and a whole host of other things. You all mean a lot to me.
My mother Sandra, turned 68 on Saturday May 1st. She suffered from MS and diverticulitis. On Friday one of my brothers stopped by to see her and found her arguing with my father, she was weak and sick and had not gone to the bathroom in over 5 days, she had done this before. She was refusing to go to the hospital. After much bullying from everyone she agreed to go, my father and my niece took her.
I called her everyday and by Sunday night I was getting scared. They had been unable to get things going so to speak, and she was getting weaker.
Monday is...well Monday was, a bad dream. I called her early in the day and she sounded horrible so I called my father, he said he and my sister were on their way there. They got there only to find her out for tests, the nurse told them it would be a bit, so they went to get some food. What we didn't know is that they had her cell number down as his, so when they tried to call, they couldn't get him. During the phone call round robin to find a someone to authorize treatment they called and got my niece, she called me, I called my brother and in the mean time, they finally found my father.
They had taken many tests, but it was a detailed cat scan that found a small hole in her intestines.
I will tell you this, I was very scared, while I was hopeful, I had a bad feeling all day. She was not in my estimation, healthy enough to survive surgery.
My father and sister got to the hospital to find her Dr. prepping for emergency surgery and they were prepping her. She did not understand anything. And now for the bad dream part. They moved her from her bed to the surgery cart bed, they were wheeling her out and had just got in the hall when she.....just wasn't responding, my sister was trying to wake her, so was a Dr. They found no pulse, they started cpr, called all the codes, wheeled her back into her room and worked on her for 40 min. They were able to get a pulse back several times, but her heart would either beat to fast, or not fast enough and then nothing.
In the mean time, while all this is going on, my father was in the hall outside the room, my sister was in an empty room next door just watching the clock and my brother arrived 10 min before the end. To say that they are devastated to have to hear and witness that is beyond words.
I am the oldest child, and my mother is gone. No matter what our differences were, I loved her, we all did.
Her brothers and sisters, and my godmother, her oldest and dearest friend are taking this very very hard. We all are, it will take time.
The visitation is tomorrow, the funeral Friday morning. I am staying until Monday, because Sunday is going to be a hard day all over again with it being mother's day and my fathers 69th birthday.
thank you again.....Dawn