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My mom died on June 13th from dead bowel(small intestine). She started losing weight over the pas year and was having stomach aches so I was concerned. I pretty much forced her to go for a colonscopy and other tests. Everything came back with good results. A week after her colonoscopy she started having bad stomach pains. She called her Gastro dr. and mad an appt. to see him. On that day I was at the hospital with my wife and our 2 day old daughter( I also have a 2 year old). She called me in a panic saying her stomach hurts so much. The dr. said maybe she has a virus and gave her antibiotics and xanax because he said she was very nervous. A week later my wife took her back to the same dr. for the same stomach pains. He gave her a antidepressent. A couple of days later I took her to the ER for stomach pains again. They did a ct scan and say nothing so they sent her home. A week later I took her back to the ER for the same problems. They ended up admittin her and she was there for 17 days. They changed there story so many time from Infectious colitis to diverticulits to c. diff. The whole time there she could never really eat anything without the stomach pain. I kept asking them to perform more tests but they said they did every test she needed. She ended up having very low blood pressure and a fever. On the 16th day her blood pressure was normal so they wanted to release her but she started having a panic attack and said please just one more day. The released her the next day still with stomach pain and not wanting to go home. They assured me and my wife she had c. diff and sent her home with antbiotics. While she was there she never got out of bed and didnt want to walk around because she felt dizzy. The nurses told me and my wife they thought she was pretending to stay in the hospital. i think they were pretty much fed up with and making fun of her. When she came home she threw up the first night. I wanted her to upstairs with me so we could keep an eye on her but I had the newborn and I didnt know what she had so I was scared. She lived downstairs from me anyway so she went down to her apt. The entire 7 days she was home she never left the couch at all. She didn’t even want to walk to the bathroom. She was very weak and tired so I bought her lots of ensure and boost drinks. She ate very little and seemed very depressed. I took her to her regular dr, noth the gastro and he also thought she was depressed and prescribed her a different antidpressent. A couple of days later it was back to the ER again. At this point I was very angry with her. She could never really express herself on how and what she was feeling. She was very hard to read. These doctors ad me thinking it was all in her head, but deep down inside I knew something was not right. Once back at the hospital she was admitted again and treated for the same c. diff. They said it came back. This time I told my mom to tell the doctos she wasnt leaving until she was 110% better. Me and my wife called the patient care coordinator and asked him if theycould run different tests to finally find out why she has this stomach pain and loose stool. We also asked several doctors the same question. They all said they have to treat the c. diff first. A couple of days later my mom calls me at my cousins wedding to tell me she needs surgery. I frantically leave the wedding and arrive at the hospital at midnight. She was very incoherent which i thought was the from the morphin they were giving her for the pain. The surgeon tells me and my wife that he has to do a laparoscopy because he saw something on the ct scan they just performed. He said It was no big deal and she went into surgery. Me and my wife were in the O.R. just before her surgery and I took off her St. Theresa necklace. The nurse asked me If I wanted to say goodbye but My mother seemd too out of it andI thought it was a minor surgery so I didn’t. The last words I heard her say were"I don’t want to do it or I don’t want to go but Know I have to" I can’t remember exactly. This was at 3 in the morning so we waited for an hour but were really tired to whe asked them to call us when she out of surgery and went home. We woke up at 9am with no phone call so my wife called and the surgeon told her shes probably not gonna make it. Needless to say I was floored. We went to the hospital and she was on a respirator. 2 Days later she died. They said her samll bowell died and infected her.
I am 35 and my mom was only 63. My dad died when i was 3 months old. My mom and Iher were very close. When I moved she came with me and lived downstairs from me. We went food shopping and for lunch all the time. I would tease her a lot and yell her her for doing stupid things but that was our relationship. There are a couple things. I never got to say goodbye to her. While she was on the respirator I held her hand I told her I loved her sooo much was sooo sorry I didn’t do more to help her, but she was very sedated I miss her soooo very much it kills me. I feel really guilty for not doing more or taking her to a different doctor or hospital but I trusted these doctors. When she was alive I never told her I love you. When she was sick at home the week before she died and i yell at her and tell her to eat and walk around and stop being depressed. I didn’t know what else to do for her. I don’t understand why she had to die. She told my aunt that she prayed to St. theresa every night. When my aunt asked her pastor wht she didn’y answer her he said she did and took her pain away. What I don’t understand, was i meant for the doctors not to catch what she had in time for her not to die. Was it really her tiime. She was too young to die. Now she’s not going to get to she her 2 grandchildren grow up. I just can’t believe she’s not really here anymore. I cry every day but I still don’t think it hit me yet. Once agian sorry for the rant but I neede an outlet besides my wife. Thanks, Patrick
I am 35 and my mom was only 63. My dad died when i was 3 months old. My mom and Iher were very close. When I moved she came with me and lived downstairs from me. We went food shopping and for lunch all the time. I would tease her a lot and yell her her for doing stupid things but that was our relationship. There are a couple things. I never got to say goodbye to her. While she was on the respirator I held her hand I told her I loved her sooo much was sooo sorry I didn’t do more to help her, but she was very sedated I miss her soooo very much it kills me. I feel really guilty for not doing more or taking her to a different doctor or hospital but I trusted these doctors. When she was alive I never told her I love you. When she was sick at home the week before she died and i yell at her and tell her to eat and walk around and stop being depressed. I didn’t know what else to do for her. I don’t understand why she had to die. She told my aunt that she prayed to St. theresa every night. When my aunt asked her pastor wht she didn’y answer her he said she did and took her pain away. What I don’t understand, was i meant for the doctors not to catch what she had in time for her not to die. Was it really her tiime. She was too young to die. Now she’s not going to get to she her 2 grandchildren grow up. I just can’t believe she’s not really here anymore. I cry every day but I still don’t think it hit me yet. Once agian sorry for the rant but I neede an outlet besides my wife. Thanks, Patrick