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I guess I'm doing this because I know that people have been noticing my sadness the past two days. I told a few people what has been going on and already other people who I didn't tell are coming up to me and hugging me and stuff. It's okay that I'm being supported but I don't like that this whole thing has become gossip or something in our school. So here's the real story.
On Sunday night, my great-uncle who is 61 told his wife, my aunt, that he had a headache. He was acting weird so she questioned him and discovered that something was off. He started projectile vomiting so she obviously called 911. He was quickly transferred to Lehigh Valley Hospital and put on life-support. He had brain hemorrhage, basically bleeding in his brain. A scan that came back showed that practically his whole brain was filled with blood. He expressed wishes (obviously before all this happened) that he didn't want to be on life-support.
I went up to Lehigh last night and saw him. He looked like he was sleeping but just with a lot of tubes in his mouth / arm. We talked to him and touched him but theirs basically no chance that he heard us since he was almost completely brain dead. His son was there, who flew in from California, leaving his nine-month pregnant wife with a two-year old child.
My uncle was going to be taken off life-support yesterday, but it was mentioned by doctors that his organs could save more people if he was taken off today, saving ten people as opposed to three. My aunt (his wife) and his three sisters (one of which is my grandmother) stayed with him today and he was pronounced dead at 4:30 PM.
His memorial service is on Friday night (AKA Junior Prom) and the funeral is on Saturday morning. I am definitely attending the funeral, and want to skip junior prom for the Memorial Service, but my whole family (including my aunt and parents) don't want me to do that. Plus their is Sam who was so excited for prom...
Anyway. This is the story.
On Sunday night, my great-uncle who is 61 told his wife, my aunt, that he had a headache. He was acting weird so she questioned him and discovered that something was off. He started projectile vomiting so she obviously called 911. He was quickly transferred to Lehigh Valley Hospital and put on life-support. He had brain hemorrhage, basically bleeding in his brain. A scan that came back showed that practically his whole brain was filled with blood. He expressed wishes (obviously before all this happened) that he didn't want to be on life-support.
I went up to Lehigh last night and saw him. He looked like he was sleeping but just with a lot of tubes in his mouth / arm. We talked to him and touched him but theirs basically no chance that he heard us since he was almost completely brain dead. His son was there, who flew in from California, leaving his nine-month pregnant wife with a two-year old child.
My uncle was going to be taken off life-support yesterday, but it was mentioned by doctors that his organs could save more people if he was taken off today, saving ten people as opposed to three. My aunt (his wife) and his three sisters (one of which is my grandmother) stayed with him today and he was pronounced dead at 4:30 PM.
His memorial service is on Friday night (AKA Junior Prom) and the funeral is on Saturday morning. I am definitely attending the funeral, and want to skip junior prom for the Memorial Service, but my whole family (including my aunt and parents) don't want me to do that. Plus their is Sam who was so excited for prom...
Anyway. This is the story.