Watching my Mom take her last breath.
(Granite Shoals, Tx)
Never thought I would have to go through losing my Mother at such a young age. She was healthy, happy & strong. Always the life of the party. June of 2012 she asked my husband to pick up my nephew because she was not feeling well, so he did. Couple days later we get a call she is being taken to hospital. She stayed at this hospital almost 2 weeks & released & diognosed with "vertigo". I know what vertigo is & I have taken care of patience with it & my Mom had more going on than that. Delusional & could not function on her own & do the most simple task. So I decided to drive her to another hospital almost an hour away. There they found a spot on Adrenal Glands, lungs & bleeding on her brain caused by a stroke, all which hospital before had missed. She was then flown to a hospital 2 & a half hours away & treated for a couple weeks. When released her astranged husband "really" wanted to take care of her & made us(my older sister & I) believe he was. Was not long before we had bad feelings about his care for her so my Aunt & I went to give him a "break" one day & watched her closely & I counted her medications. He had been tripling her doses to keep her asleep while he went & drank. He didn't wash her clothes or bath her so we took his key & told him not to come back. She seemed to be getting better but we had to take her to hospital a couple more times. Bleeding came back & she was taken back to hospital 2 & a half hours away & brain dead. A room full of family & friends mayhe 20 people sat with her a while. My sister & I made choice to take her off ventilator August 3, 2012 at 4:45pm & we told stories & sang Jesus loves me & Prayed. 20 minutes later at 5:05pm we watched her take her last breath. My Grandmother is 80yrs old. She has lived such a long ful filling life to watch her babygirl die as she held her hand. That day I had to come home & tell my children & my nephew who she took care of his whole life. My Mom was only 55. She was a beautiful woman full of life. So there is her story. My story.