Oh, my thread mates.
My mother died yesterday of a heart attack. I was with her and held her hand until the end.
Then the paramedics arrived, and I couldn’t find her advance directive paperwork so they were legally obliged to try to restart her heart, which is the last thing on earth she would have wanted. And 20 minutes after she’d stopped breathing they got a pulse going again. And so we had to go to hospital. it was completely traumatic for everyone - particularly the first responders who were young lads from the volunteer fire department where we live. I could see in their eyes how terrified they were.
At hospital they found her paperwork and agreed to remove her ventilator, and I sat with her while her heart stopped for the second time.
She hadn’t had a drink in several weeks.
I can’t take it in. I feel desolate and heartbroken and so, so guilty.
I told the ER doctor ‘your patients lie to you!! They say that they’re fine, and they’re not! Please believe their relatives!’
But there’s nothing anyone could have done in the absence of her being willing and able to look after herself.
i wish she could have loved herself more. Like we loved her.
She was so, so loved by so many people.
And all the things that were so confusing to me earlier this week are so clear now. 60 years of smoking weakened her heart and lungs and reduced oxygen to the brain, which along with alcohol, will have impacted cognition and impulse control. The loss of her partner and soulmate 4 years ago set off a decline in motivation and self-care.
I wish I had been kinder to her. I wish I hadn’t been so irritable.
I genuinely thought things were going to go on for year and years like this. I thought I needed to pace myself. And I guess I did, because I couldn’t have known.
I just feel so lost and I hurt so, so much.