Heart Broken Mother
The story I am about to tell is a story I thought would only happen in the movies.
I was only 39 years old at the time. It was a beautiful fall day and I decided to take the boys to the cider mill. I always liked to stop at my parents house for a quick hello. For some reason, I could not wait to leave the cider mill to go and say "hello" to my parents. Dad was outside raking the leaves and mom was in the house watching television. I said a quick "hello" and "goodbye" to both parents because I had to go pick up my husband from a football game. I was a little confused as to why I did not get to stay a little longer. That was Sunday.
By Thursday I had a phone call at work, It was my sister and she told me dad was taken away in an ambulance. I got to the hospital to find he had a stroke. He was conscience and speaking at the time. I thought he would be able to come home in a couple of day. I thought I would be able to take care of him. As the day went by, I noticed he was getting weaker and less responsive and talkative. By Friday night, he slipped into a coma. On Saturday, doctors performed surgery on his brain to relieve the pressure and swelling on his brain. Prior to the surgery, I hope he heard me tell him how much I loved him. I had no idea this was going to be his last chance. By the following Friday, doctors informed us 3/4 of his brain was dead.His wishes were to not ever to be on life support. We had to make a decision to take him off of life support. He passed early Saturday morning.That was November 5th, 2011
I was angry with my mother for not getting my father to the hospital as soon as he had symptoms of a stroke. I had no idea how bad she was hurting about the loss of my father. She was very stressed out and hurting too. She tried not to show it. Finally, I accepted the fact that my mother did not know the symptoms of a stroke.
I started to speak to my mother on a daily basis again. I would call her every day and she would tell me how stress out she was. I had no idea she cried herself to sleep at night.She isolated herself from everyone. I still called her to see how she was doing.
My mother started complaining about back pain and she was getting dizzy. I asked her if I could take her to the doctors and she would change the subject. I continued to call every day. I called her on Valentine's day and she had told me that her arm was going numb. I begged her to seek medical help and she would just change the subject. I was again angry with her because we had just lost our father.
Finally, on February 16th, I received another call from my sister again. It was the familiar voice again. The voice that I did not ever want to hear again. This time, she was on the way to mother's house because mom had called her and told her, "she thinks she is having a stroke". My sister hung up the phone on her and dialed 911. By the time my sister arrived, the ambulance was there and my mother's face had already turned blue. She had a massive heart attack. It was only 3 months and 11 days after my father had passed away.
I miss my parents dearly, I loved them so much! I still can not figure out why I am still angry with them. They both had symptoms but would not seek medical help. I do not understand why they would leave us so soon. They were still young. They were only 64 and 65 years old.They are both gone! I just don't understand if they knew the inevitable was going to eventually happen. I am very sad and very confused.
I love you mom and dad. I miss you so much. I can only hope you two are together again. Why did you have to leave so soon?