I have been struggling the last few days. Lost my mum to a rare but treatable illness in June. She died alone in hospital and although she had been very ill ( critical care for a week on a ventilator) she was improving and was expected to come come out of hospital.
Every night when I am trying to get to sleep, I go through those last few minutes before knowing she had gone- the phone call from my sister to say we needs to get to the hospital, me rushing out the door trying not to let my DD know what was going on as she was about to do her last AS exam that day. Knowing, as I parked the car at the hospital, walking towards the ward, that she had in all likelihood passed away, seeing the nurse outside her room who told me what had happened, seeing my dad in bits, seeing my mum lying on the hospital bed.
I just can't get it out of my head. And it's not getting any easier. I just so desperately want to know what happened at the end. She had rung for a nurse to go to the bathroom at 4 am. They helped her and then when the nurse went back in at 6am to take obs she had passed away in her sleep.
We had a meeting with the doctors the day after who told us they were as shocked as we were- that she had responded well to treatment and was supposed to be leaving hospital a few days later. They said they thought she had gone quickly, if she had been able to ring the bell for a nurse she would have done if she was in pain- that it must have been quick.
I hate that I never got to say goodbye. I want to know she didn't suffer. I want to know what happened at the end but I never will.
I just can't stop obsessing about it.
I want to know she is somewhere- wish I believed in something but I don't.