I hate hospitals
Posted by eemilla on April 25, 2009
Earlier this week my husband received a call from his step-father that his mother was in the hospital on a ventilator. For the past several years she struggled with Guillain-Barre Syndrome, and on Thursday morning she took her last breath. It seems so strange to think that she will never make another smart ass comment with her dry sense of humor, or open her arms to hug my neck (or tell my husband to hug my neck for her as her normal phone ending). She was a strong willed and highly opinionated woman, and when her symptoms first arose a year or so before our wedding she promised she would be there with us in Key West and would be walking. She did just that, and it really seemed that she had kicked its ass. However, it wasn’t finished (nor is there a cure) so we leave again to attend her funeral and say good bye for now. Barbara, I’m sorry that you didn’t get to hold any grandchildren, and I hate that I won’t be able to enlist your painting skills on our next round of home improvement.
I cannot stress enough the importance of a living will or an advance medical directive. Barbara was about ten years from retirement age, and shit happens indiscriminate of age. It is heart-wrenching to see someone on life support; with all the stress everyone is under in these situations it just make sense to have the patient make the decision for how they want to treated ahead of time.