no, she is dead now.
at the time of the initial post, she was being kept alive by machines, the doctor had hoped she would come out of it by herself, but it just didnt happen.
if i was a true believer in a god
sorry if i was stuck in my usual sarcastic posting forum mode, I dont know if i want to believe in a god who would take away the closest thing I have to a friend and leave me with nothing but a house filled with her things.
And didn't you say the doctors messed something up with her before?
indeed, this is actually the 3rd time she has stopped breathing whilst in the hospital,
the first time, i wasnt there, i was told her blood sugar jumped up to 1200 in a very short amount of time and then stopped responding, and eventually breathing, but she came out of it.
the 2nd time, they gave her a medicine that WAS she was allegic to, and her doctor had known this, i was in the room with her when she told him over the phone. On a normal dose of it that she took at home she said she was hallucinating, but again she came out of that. However they put it into her IV, and I dont know what happened, Again she stopped breathing but her heart was still going strong, they got to her fast enough this time to save her.
they said they think she may have had a stroke of some sorts caused by this medicine, if not a stroke it had very similar symptoms, her long term memory was fine, she remembered who we were and that she was in the hospital, but she had no idea she ahd been moved to the ICU, and she kept forgetting we were there and saying hello every 5 minutes or so, this went on for about 3 days and she came out of it without a scratch.
I remember her saying she felt like she had just woken up out of bed when her memory came back, but she still couldnt remember what happened the 3 days she was in the ICU.
the third time, she was doing just fine there were no serious problems. She was up walking around (which she doesnt even do at home) watching TV, laughing, talking about how she missed her dog george. They had planned to let her go the next day.
15 minutes after we left, literally 15 minutes. we may not have even been out of the hospital yet, whatever happened, happened. If we had only stayed with her a few more minutes we wouldve been able to get help sooner. It took them a full 25 minutes to get to her room to respond to the alarm.
I got the phone call that she had stopped breathing, and since this has happened twice before i didnt think it was that bad, especially considering how well she was doing when i had last seen her, I knew in my heart that she was going to come out of it just as good as before.
but when i got there and noticed my entire family was already in the waiting room, rushing me and my brother hugging us, crying, as soon as we got off the elevator, i still didnt cry, i remember thinking "she is gonna come out of it, theres nothing to worry about". Then when they let us go back to see her, it was like a gunshot, seeing her lying there breathing along with a machine.
It was at that point in time I prettymuch gave up, I went home and cried all night, I cried til my eyes were bloodshot and i couldnt sleep because they burned, i was awake for nearly 2 full days and the only thing i could think about was getting revenge on the "hospital"s hired hitmen they call doctors. (IE, they get paid them to kill people)
Then we got the phone call when she left us, and it all started again. i thought i was done crying, Ive been stuck in this house for the past 7 years taking care of her, She was not only my mother but my best friend, my ONLY friend.
and now im stuck alone in this house filled with things to remind me of her, and i cant go anywhere, i dont have a ****ing car. I have no friends to go visit, and im angry enough to the point im scared to go visit my cousin on account I might kill him.
the first night, everyone had friends to comfort them, my cousin is probably the only person i wouldve called a friend, but after that night i have to question it. He was too busy text messaging his dad to get a ride home, he wanted to go home and play rock band, meanwhile my mother is dying in the next room.
the next day when she had died, he was nowhere to be seen. i was already upset with him, so I asked his mother where he was, and guess what. He told her he wasnt going to the hospital today because he was "making a funny scene in garrys mod"
everyone had friends to help them that night, but me. My only 2 friends (or so i thought) 1 was dying, and one thought a ****ing pc game was more important than being there to help me.
so what did i do? I came home waited til i stopped crying and sat down at my computer, I know more people on this forum, and on my MSN list than I know in real life, Its a sad reality, I have nobody to talk to face to face about this.
I had pondered writing up an anonymous letter to the newspaper, leaving out any specific names save for her doctors, and they would print it (they love attention), but despite taking care of her for 7 years im not exactly a medical wiz, it would be easy for anyone to call bull**** on my story and/or completely denounce it solely on the fact I wouldnt be able to explain everything clearly.
It would make me happy at least to have a SINGLE person question this "doctors" capabilities, much happier if i could destroy his career forever.
