roy was a miracle.
by Linda Moffitt
My brother had a stroke, I was there for him all the time, the night before he died the first time, I knew it, I have gut feelings, the next morning he died, in the hospital, they worked on his for 35 min, they put a tube in and saved his life, prior to this he was being treated for tongue cancer, treatment stopped, he was in the hospital for 3 weeks, those 3 weeks caused his cancer to grow more, he suffered for 5 more months, throwing up blood, huge tumors in his neck, pain in his head, his wife did not bathe him , change his clothes, he ended up with a bed sore, no one was allowed to bathe him because of her jealousy, I am so angry at her, she bathe and changed her clothes. Because Roy and i were close she said I could do anything in his casket, tea roses in the shape of a heart, I called and ordered them and called the funeral home, the next day the funeral home called me and said she changed her mind and i couldn't do it, I became very upset, cancelled the order, I slept there, I'm the one who adored him, his house is full of dead mice, at night they crawl all over the floor, on the counters dishes, mice poop, my brother had a feeding tube in at one point, the rest of the house looked like a pig sty, my brothers words...after his death she stopped talking to me.....after every thing I have done, I'm so sick in side I want to die, Roy was 63, I'm 62, we never fought, he was my childhood friend.....a week after his death, I had to get ready for my daughters nursing graduation party, all the while crying, Roy asked me to still have it. There is so much more that happened...fighting at the funeral....I'm sick...I can't sleep...my family just uses me.....