I should have just done what I wanted to do. The Firemen came and took his vitals, the EMS came and whisked him away. I waited for his call…He called we talked, said how much we loved each other, and said goodbye. I called him back as I often did just to make sure He knew …I wanted to go to Him but He said there was no need and I had to work the next day…I thought He would be ok. I woke the next morning and called, and called, and called…no answer. I called the hospital and tried to get someone to check on him…finally the voice said he was sleeping. I got ready for work and hoped he was comfortable and getting needed rest. As soon as I got inside my work my phone rings, the doctor says He is non responsive and wanted to know what to do. I should have asked more questions, thought she meant feeder tube to give medicine to bring ammonia levels down. Had no Idea she meant LIFE SUPPORT, ventilator, meds, ext …I got to the hospital and all I could do was wait in the intensive care waiting room, was there for hours, couldn’t get a doc or nurse to come tell me anything. When they finally let me see him I knew I had messed things up, I knew He didn’t want this, He wanted to be able to tell me and His sisters goodbye and slip out peacefully. We had talked about this often and I knew that, but I messed up. Later that day He had woke a little and looked at His sister and tried to talk, He didn’t see me, I leaned over Him and said don’t try to talk baby I’m here. I never got to talk with Him but I talk to Him as much as I could, and held His hand, but couldn’t hold Him cuz He had so much hooked up to Him. Monday… Tuesday… Wednesday I’m told there was improvement. Thursday 3am the doctor calls… He is dieing. I Went to His side and waited for His sister, I didn’t have any say for this decision as He and I were not married (why did they let me screw up the last decision then…). His sister let me tell them not to take off the vent as He feared a suffocation death. They left the pain meds on and the vent and we each held one of His hands as He slipped away…one final tear from Him and He was gone…
Weeks later I was thinking about that moment He woke and saw His sister and said two words and it came to me that He had said “Where’s Rachel?” I pray that He heard me and knew I was right there.
I should have just gone to Him when I wanted to. I don’t believe it would have changed any outcome but I would have felt better…
God bless us all!
Rachel