I've been dealing with this for about two weeks now, lost her early Tuesday morning on the 23rd. It was not expected at all. She had been having trouble keeping food down since November and the Dr's took their sweet time sending her to a specialist. They ran a scope though her GI tract in early Feb. everything looked fine (there was some diverticulitis which is normal).
This was her 3rd time in the hospital in as many weeks because she'd get dehydrated and her potassium and sodium levels would drop. Took her in on Friday and by sunday she was wanting a razor and pj's. Something happened monday morning, she ended up falling and was moved to ICU. Her blood pressure dropped and they administered meds to get her pressure back up. I got there a bit after 4 and now her Potassium and other electrolytes are way too high and they are looking at doing emergency dialysis, just before they started her levels started coming down as the got a central line in her and her kidneys started filtering. between each step I'm signing forms like i'm applying for top secret security clearance. The ICU nurse noticed that her breathing was getting shallow and she had to be intubated. At the same time she noticed her abdomen was becoming descended and there was a lot of crap getting sucked from her. They decided that they needed to do emergency exploratory surgery at 2 am. They suspected a blockage or some small problem. The Surgeon came out to me at ~3am and said her "entire" bowel was dead, there was nothing they could do.
They took her back to her icu room and I remember her telling me I don't ever want to be hooked up to machines. So I asked that they remove it.
My little sister lives in Denver, I called her told her to talk to mom (even though she wasn't responsive) and I sat next to my mom, the lady who raised two kids on her own and was the toughest person I know, and spent the next 40 -60 minutes telling her it was ok. It was time for her to go, anything I could tell her to put her soul at ease.
I kept it up until she slipped away around 5:30 tues morning. I stayed with her for over an hour so friends and family that had showed up could get their peace because as soon as I left they wouldn't allow anyone else to see her. I had to name a funeral home before I could leave as well. As the sun started to rise tuesday morning I left, went home and showered and tried to sleep.
I've made it through the funeral a week ago sat, and I got her ashes Friday evening. She was so claustrophobic she did not want to be in a box. I'm still not sleeping and unfortunately she did not have a will so I am having to go through all sorts of legal hoops trying to settle her estate, hoping that I'll be able to keep the house and take care of her 2 little dogs that were so loyal. You just never expect to lose your only parent at 32, and we were very close, we even worked at the same company.
Just make sure to tell the ones that are special to you that you love them every chance you get. And make sure your affairs are in order for your loved ones, god forbid.
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This was her 3rd time in the hospital in as many weeks because she'd get dehydrated and her potassium and sodium levels would drop. Took her in on Friday and by sunday she was wanting a razor and pj's. Something happened monday morning, she ended up falling and was moved to ICU. Her blood pressure dropped and they administered meds to get her pressure back up. I got there a bit after 4 and now her Potassium and other electrolytes are way too high and they are looking at doing emergency dialysis, just before they started her levels started coming down as the got a central line in her and her kidneys started filtering. between each step I'm signing forms like i'm applying for top secret security clearance. The ICU nurse noticed that her breathing was getting shallow and she had to be intubated. At the same time she noticed her abdomen was becoming descended and there was a lot of crap getting sucked from her. They decided that they needed to do emergency exploratory surgery at 2 am. They suspected a blockage or some small problem. The Surgeon came out to me at ~3am and said her "entire" bowel was dead, there was nothing they could do.
They took her back to her icu room and I remember her telling me I don't ever want to be hooked up to machines. So I asked that they remove it.
My little sister lives in Denver, I called her told her to talk to mom (even though she wasn't responsive) and I sat next to my mom, the lady who raised two kids on her own and was the toughest person I know, and spent the next 40 -60 minutes telling her it was ok. It was time for her to go, anything I could tell her to put her soul at ease.
I kept it up until she slipped away around 5:30 tues morning. I stayed with her for over an hour so friends and family that had showed up could get their peace because as soon as I left they wouldn't allow anyone else to see her. I had to name a funeral home before I could leave as well. As the sun started to rise tuesday morning I left, went home and showered and tried to sleep.
I've made it through the funeral a week ago sat, and I got her ashes Friday evening. She was so claustrophobic she did not want to be in a box. I'm still not sleeping and unfortunately she did not have a will so I am having to go through all sorts of legal hoops trying to settle her estate, hoping that I'll be able to keep the house and take care of her 2 little dogs that were so loyal. You just never expect to lose your only parent at 32, and we were very close, we even worked at the same company.
Just make sure to tell the ones that are special to you that you love them every chance you get. And make sure your affairs are in order for your loved ones, god forbid.
http://obits.dignitymemorial.com/dignity-memorial/obituary.aspx?n=Lee-
Waples&lc=4071&pid=177835680&mid=6817751&locale=en_US
