Charles Newman said:Thanks for the support.
Things were stagnant. When my dad asked if she wanted water, she actually opened her mouth and drank from the syringe.
I couldn't bear to watch anymore, so I went to stay with my girlfriend. She passed away this morning.😢
Honestly, I don't know what to say. I'm numb.
Oh, John, I am truly, deeply sorry😢. Look, if we're talking about bile reflux, it would have been nearly impossible to pull her back at that stage anyway, but still—it feels incredibly cold and unprofessional that they didn't administer that IV. It wouldn't have changed the outcome, but it would have made her more comfortable. John, you did everything you possibly could with the knowledge you had. If the medical staff dropped the ball somewhere, that’s on them, not you. Don't let guilt eat at you or carry this burden on your shoulders. We all knew from the start that our loved ones were facing something critical; often, it just boils down to trying, hoping, and clinging to any tiny shred of a chance we can find. Your mom passed away at home, surrounded by people who love her and stayed by her side until the very end, just like mine did. That matters. That’s huge. And please, don't let the fact that you went to be with your girlfriend instead of staying haunt you—I'm certain your mom would have wanted exactly that for you. It's good that you have someone close to lean on. My Gogo meant the world to me during his illness, especially when Mom passed.
Hang in there. If you need anything—advice, a listening ear, or just someone to vent to—reach out. I actually started a new topic in the psychology section when my mom died, so feel free to post there whenever you feel ready. It really helped me through.🙂