My Mom had been having heart attacks, she had been in the hospital for a few days, she was being discharged on Sunday. I was getting ready to pick her up when the hospital called, the doctor said.. this is a bit sketchy for me.. that she wasn't responding and her chart said 'do not resuscitate'. I told him no, it said do all you can for one week.. that phone call ended quickly. I got to the hospital in fifteen minutes, she was doing better, but I looked at her vital signs.. and after watching them when my Dad died.. I knew they didn't look good. I was talking with my older brother and my husband when the doctor came out and said she had gone into cardiac arrest.. I asked if I could come into the room.. and he said I could.. I asked my brother if he wanted to.. and the doctor said.. no, only you can. Like I mentioned before, I was the one making decisions when she couldn't. When I went in the room, there were probably eight doctors and nurses working oh her. They were doing CPR, trying to get her heart beating again, etc. I felt like I shouldn't be there, there were parts of her exposed, it was about her dignity and I hated it. I heard someone say.. we lost her.. I felt the doctor I had been dealing with looking at me. When I looked at him, I knew what he was asking me without him saying anything. I knew it was over, and I shook my head and said you can stop. Then I sat down in a chair, and don't really remember much after that.Quote:
Originally Posted by In Sorrow
