Losing David ruined my life
My son, David, was sick most of his life. We just didn't find out what was wrong with him until he was 18. He had what is called AutoImmune Hepatitis, a disease which attacks the liver like it is an enemy. He died in 2008, when he was 23, of Cirrhosis of the liver. I was working at a prison at the time, and struggled terribly to stay afloat. I finally quit the prison, which was 60 miles from home. I then started working at a Hospice in my hometown, as a Social Worker. I am on the verge of being fired because I cannot function in my job. I feel like losing David four years ago ruined my life. I am not sure what to do anymore. I think I am doing better, and then this happens. Yesterday, I was brought into my bosses office and written up. She has pretty much told me that she doesn't think I can correct the things she wrote me up for, and that I will not make it much longer. I want to make it right, but I don't know how. I just can't seem to concentrate, and I feel like I am completely falling apart.