My precious daughter was an RN. She hurt her back on the job and had back surgery. She had problems with the surgery and went on to have 9 more surgeries to her back including a pain pump, neuro-stimulator and various other surgeries to maintain her body functions due to the other surgeries.
She was given pain medication through all of this and ultimately became an addict. She went through treatment centers that did not help because she was on medicaid and they will not pay for a long term care facility for her due to her pain managment situation.
She has been diagnosed with bacterial meningitis twice this past year due to her problems with her pain pumps .
I lost her March 11, 2014. I was staying with her for two days while her husband was out of town. We had a wonderful visit and we talked a lot about her issues with medication and the fact she would soon have another surgery to remove the second pain pump because it was coming out through her skin. She showed it to me and I just thought to myself she would never survive another surgery because she was so fragile. Her heart had started failing too.
They had put a pic line in her arm that went straight to her heart to treat the meningitis with antibiotics. She came home from the hospital with loads if antibiotics and of course her many pain meds, etc.
I talked to her sternly not to do anything that would cause a problem since she was so weak and the line was straight to her heart. She had no veins left in her body. It took the hospital 14 housrs to get this line into her.
She is gone now I have memories and her things to look through and to decide what to keep or give away.
This is harder than I ever imagined, even though I knew it would come one day because of all the close calls in the past. I have a strong faith in The Lord and I know she is in heaven, which is a huge relief. She went to take a bath before her husband came home and injected something (still waiting for the autopsy report). I was just with her a hour before when I got the call from her husband to get there right away. She was already gone when I arrived.
I am needing to learn how to pick up the pieces of my life again. I have a mother with declining health and another daughter that is an addict by choice on meth. I know soon I will be losing more people in my life and somehow I will be dealing with all of this If any others have some words of wisdom I would appreciate help.