My Sister, My Best Friend
by Cathy Wochna
(Culleoka, Tn, U.S.)
Three weeks ago, my sister 48 years old, my six year old twins and I went to the YMCA to go swimming. We had a blast. The following week, my sister started having pains in her right side so I took her to the doctor, two weeks ago, on Wednesday. They took her blood and found she had high cholesterol and told her to take fish oil to help bring it down.
She was also taking a lot of medication for Bi Polar. I kept complaining to her that her doctor was over medicating her and that she was going to go the way Whitney Houston did. She would cry and say, "I know".
On Thursday, I got a call from the doctors office informing me that my sister's cholesterol was higher than they thought so there's a prescription waiting for me to pick up for her.
I took it to her apartment. My sister still wasn't feeling well so I suggested she come to my house; she just said that she'd rather lie on her couch and cry.
On Friday, I called my sister on three separate times but got no answer. I figured her boyfriend was there and that she would call me back. Deep down though I was worried so I told my mom that I'm gonna call her the next day and if I get no answer than I'm going to driver to her apartment to check up on her.
On Saturday, My husband, twins and I went to my sisters apartment. She wouldn't answer her door. I went and got the maintenance man to open her door. I saw her laying on the couch but not responding to me yelling for her. The maintenance man busted off the chain lock. I ran to my sister begging her to wake up; I grabbed her arms and shook her, crying hysterically, begging her to please wake up. I noticed there were pools of blood all over her chest and legs and that her eyes were sunken inward. Her arms were stiff against her stomach. I ran outside and begged my husband to please go wake her up. The maintenance man looked at him and shook his head then looked down. My husband hugged me then called 911.
In what seemed to take forever, they medical people showed up, went into the apartment only for a few moments then came out. At that point, I realized my baby sister was gone. It's been two weeks now since that day and I still feel like I have a broken heart. Not only was she my sister, but she was my best friend.
He, then, called 911