I realized something bad had happened when I overheard the lack of conversation between Greg and my dad on the phone while I was in the bathroom. And I felt a strange wave of doom float over me as I sat in the car on the way to the hospital while Greg filled the tire with air that told me that I didn't want to know what my future child's name would be. I received the worst piece of news I've ever received when Gwen the nurse told me there was no hope while I was holding my mom's hand as she lie in bed in a coma. I ran in and out of the room throughout the first night holding hands with my dad and sister as the code blue lights and beeps would sound, while the staff would run in past us to work on her.
I am so happy that Isabella wasn't born during these 10 days. These horrible, devastating, torturous ten days. Days that were so bad, that when we finally made the decision to pull the plug, we were actually relieved, because these days were coming to an end. These days of limbo, uncertainty, and the most painful pain one could ever endure, were finally going to be over. We were finally getting the hell out of purgatory...
Today I did what I like doing best in my job: I went to the job site and spent a lot of time there.
Today I did something that took my mind off my mom: I tried out my first zumba class.
And, today I did something that reminded me of my mom: I bought some Tupperware.
These 10 days nearly killed me three years ago.
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2 comments:
Dana,
I cannot imagine having to deal with what you and your family dealt with. As painful as it was/is to know my father is gone and never coming back, I did not have to endure an extended amount of time waiting for the inevitable to happen.
Thinking of all of you during these next ten days.
Louie
THINKING OF YOU AND THE FAMILY DURING THESE PAINFUL DAYS. MELISSA
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