(no subject)
On the 23rd of August, my mother suffered a massive heart attack resulting from 100% occlusion of three main arteries to the heart. The damage was so extensive, that initially all professional accounts were that the myocardial infarction of the anterior wall (Which is apparently the absolute worst kind a human being can possibly suffer) should have killed her on the outset. Over the three months and two additional hospitalizations that proceeded the hideously life-threatening heart attack, my mother was stabilized, fitted with an internal defibrilator and pacemaker and was finally transferred to a physical rehabilitation facility to continue her recovery. She would never run a marathon, but she would be able to care for herself far more than what would have been possible before then. Things were looking cautiously positive.
At 11:55 last night, she was found unresponsive by the respiratory therapist who was called to give her a breathing treatment before bedtime. At 1:02 this morning, after an hour and 7 minuites of heroic measures by the medical staff on hand, my mother died at the age of 55. As things are, they are far too surreal to accept.
At 11:55 last night, she was found unresponsive by the respiratory therapist who was called to give her a breathing treatment before bedtime. At 1:02 this morning, after an hour and 7 minuites of heroic measures by the medical staff on hand, my mother died at the age of 55. As things are, they are far too surreal to accept.