the loss of a loved one

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is the story of how I lost one of my best friends, You could of also known her as my mother.

Submitted: August 17, 2015

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August 10th, 2015

While at work I recieved a histarical phone call from my brother. Through the tears and panic all I could really catch was that my mother was bleeding and was being transported to the hospital by ambulance. As I  hung up the phone in a panic I ran to the bathroom not knowing what to do but cry my eyes out for just a few moments. I raced out and told my boss I had to leave grabbed my things and ran for the car, my heart beating so fast I felt dizzy and faint but refused to let it stop me from leaving as quickly as possible. I arrived at the hospital in approximatley ten minutes. As I frantically ripped the hospital apart I was finally told where my mother was, the set me down in a chair saying they were workig on her and could not come in. Shortly after my father brother and mothers best friend arrived. It seemed like forever before they said anything when a doctor finally came out to tell us they had used all the blood in the hospital trying to keep her alive and she was about to be transfered to a hospital in Edmonton. We rushed there and arrived not to long after the ambulance.

We waited.... waited...waited. It had felt like hours before we heard anything. The news we were given however was all too soon. They couldnt keep her heart going, No time for a surgery, and after not having a heart beat for around a total of 40 minutes they feared even if they could keep her alive the damage would be to great. A wave of shock and silence came over the small room they had placed in that we had decifered as the panic room. The doctor explained to us the extent of the probable damage, as we all knew it was time to let go if they lost her again. We sat there with the only sound you could hear was our sobs, praying, hoping, listening

The doctor came back in not much later, with two younger ladies and shut the door. She was gone. At 51 years old on August 10th 2015 approximatley 8:30 A.M. 13 days before her birthday, my mother passed away from next to unstoppable internal bleeding. Lets rewind a bit shall we? On July 15th 2015, my mother went into a 9 hour surgery to remove reproductive organs along with some other things to all in all remove a large cancerous toumor that had grown in her stomach, If they could remove it all and replace a few things, she would be okay. After the surgery they found internal bleeding and went back in to solve the problem, but did they? she was in the hospital for approximatley 19 days after that. Sent to my grandmothers after because our house was under renovation and the dust could cause complications. The day she came home her best friend from B.C came out to visit her. My father, her sould mate. Her best friend for years. Her son who needed her, and myself, lost her the very next day. Bleeding out on our bathroom floor, because of the surgery that was supposed to save her life.

All I can ask myself now is why? Why now? Why that way? Why didn't they watch her closer? Why didn't they notice at the doctor appointment mearley 3 days before. Answers I will never have, to questions I wish I never had to ask

 


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