We always call ourselves "The Lanterncast Family", well in the spirit of that I want to share something that happened to me this week.
On Sunday, my mom called me to tell me to come to the hospital, she said that my grandma started vomiting and wouldn't stop and had to be taken to the ER. I thought it was nothing serious so I took my time, about two hours in fact. When I got there, I found out that my mom was really just trying to not worry me and this really was a serious situation. What had actually happened was that the vomit had gone into my grandma's lungs, which cut off her air supply and she slipped into a coma. She didn't get any air for 14 minutes, my aunt was there administering CPR but still, no air was flowing through her lungs.
This entire week I've been treating it like it's no big deal, she'll wake up (although with diminished mental capacity) and the world will just keep going on. I feel like an asshole because of what ended up happening and I wasn't affected as emotionally as I feel I should have been.
She was officially pronounced brain dead this morning but my family waited to pull the plug until we could all gather to be there when she slipped away. I was there when it happened and saw the color drain from her. Her official TOD is 10:55 pm 5/2/13 PDT which is just over an hour ago as I write this. I didn't really get to know her that well as a person because she's been on so many sedatives my entire life that she was basically a shell of a person for as long as I can remember but I still loved her more than I can express.
I just wanted to share that with everyone because you all mean a lot to me.
Nok.
On Sunday, my mom called me to tell me to come to the hospital, she said that my grandma started vomiting and wouldn't stop and had to be taken to the ER. I thought it was nothing serious so I took my time, about two hours in fact. When I got there, I found out that my mom was really just trying to not worry me and this really was a serious situation. What had actually happened was that the vomit had gone into my grandma's lungs, which cut off her air supply and she slipped into a coma. She didn't get any air for 14 minutes, my aunt was there administering CPR but still, no air was flowing through her lungs.
This entire week I've been treating it like it's no big deal, she'll wake up (although with diminished mental capacity) and the world will just keep going on. I feel like an asshole because of what ended up happening and I wasn't affected as emotionally as I feel I should have been.
She was officially pronounced brain dead this morning but my family waited to pull the plug until we could all gather to be there when she slipped away. I was there when it happened and saw the color drain from her. Her official TOD is 10:55 pm 5/2/13 PDT which is just over an hour ago as I write this. I didn't really get to know her that well as a person because she's been on so many sedatives my entire life that she was basically a shell of a person for as long as I can remember but I still loved her more than I can express.
I just wanted to share that with everyone because you all mean a lot to me.
Nok.