Post by ajfelger on Jan 13, 2019 1:11:02 GMT
I lost my mom on April 12th 2018, I was on my way to pick her up and my grandma called me ( they lived together) to tell me that they found my Mom down and the ambulance was on it’s way, she was screaming in the phone. I sped there and when I got there the ambulance was there and I ran in to finish the paramedics doing cpr, I’m a cardiac nurse so I went into nurse mode and started helping and yelling orders on how to run the code. It all ended 45 minutes later without success. I am devastated and feel like I failed her and my family cause I am a nurse I should have saved her.
Then on August 18th my grandpa called me to tell me hysterically that my grandma had collapsed in the bathroom and the paramedics were on their way. I again rushed there to find her being loaded in the ambulance. She had a massive stroke and we had to make the gut wrenching decision to take her off life support 6 days later. Theses women were my rock. They were both my “person”. I am 43 years old and feel like I’m 5. I just get through each day I’m not living. It’s so hard to be a good mom when I’m so broken inside. To top it all off my poor grandpa is alone and has lost his wife of 64 years and my mom was their only child. It is so hard to watch him suffer. He said he feels like he is being tortured. I’m angry at God for talking them so close together. Why couldn’t he have waited until I was accepting of losing my mom? I am just struggling so much.
Then on August 18th my grandpa called me to tell me hysterically that my grandma had collapsed in the bathroom and the paramedics were on their way. I again rushed there to find her being loaded in the ambulance. She had a massive stroke and we had to make the gut wrenching decision to take her off life support 6 days later. Theses women were my rock. They were both my “person”. I am 43 years old and feel like I’m 5. I just get through each day I’m not living. It’s so hard to be a good mom when I’m so broken inside. To top it all off my poor grandpa is alone and has lost his wife of 64 years and my mom was their only child. It is so hard to watch him suffer. He said he feels like he is being tortured. I’m angry at God for talking them so close together. Why couldn’t he have waited until I was accepting of losing my mom? I am just struggling so much.