Honor
Well, all this week has been chaotic....I doubt many of you know as I have been concentrating on spending time with my family rather than updating my journal for sympathy sake. But now that it is all over and done with I can tell you.
My mom died last monday Sep 5th, around 11:15 PM. She died from complications from a cancer removal surgery that went flawlessly. She vomitted and was too doped up on morphine to roll her head to spit it out and inhaled it, burning her lungs with stomach acid. Add that to 30+ years of cigarette smoking and your lungs become trash. Her liver was also trash with Cirossis from years of prescription drug cocktails. Her kidneys began to fail and she retained a lot of fluid and became morbidly bloated. We all knew what was coming and spent alot of time in the ICU with her. Luckily we had the chance to say goodbye before she died. We are all feeling better than before about it all. Just glad shes feeling better and not hurting.
Saturday was the viewing, she looked unnatural and saggy faced, but at peace. Monday was the funeral and I was shocked and felt honored when my dad asked me something I never expected.
I helped to carry my own mothers coffin down the church steps to the waiting hurse and later out of the hurse to a display roller at the cemetery. I helped the woman who raised me to her final sleep. Good night mom.
My mom died last monday Sep 5th, around 11:15 PM. She died from complications from a cancer removal surgery that went flawlessly. She vomitted and was too doped up on morphine to roll her head to spit it out and inhaled it, burning her lungs with stomach acid. Add that to 30+ years of cigarette smoking and your lungs become trash. Her liver was also trash with Cirossis from years of prescription drug cocktails. Her kidneys began to fail and she retained a lot of fluid and became morbidly bloated. We all knew what was coming and spent alot of time in the ICU with her. Luckily we had the chance to say goodbye before she died. We are all feeling better than before about it all. Just glad shes feeling better and not hurting.
Saturday was the viewing, she looked unnatural and saggy faced, but at peace. Monday was the funeral and I was shocked and felt honored when my dad asked me something I never expected.
I helped to carry my own mothers coffin down the church steps to the waiting hurse and later out of the hurse to a display roller at the cemetery. I helped the woman who raised me to her final sleep. Good night mom.