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...OMG.
My mom's best friend (a close family friend and someone I've known my entire life) was sick for the past, oh, week and a half. Nausea, couldn't breathe, extremely weak. She thought it was the flu of some kind. She'd never been terribly healthy -- didn't exercise, didn't eat right, didn't watch her weight -- so it wasn't too much of a surprise that she couldn't fight it off herself very quickly.
Last night we get a call from her son that they rushed her to the hospital because she was having an especially hard time breathing (after wasting two hours trying to convince her to go to the hospital -- there's a time for stubbornness, and there isn't, and when you can't breathe is one of them). They found out that she had four blood clots in her lungs. My mom thinks they probably broke free from somewhere in her legs -- several years ago, she'd suffered a pretty bad fall, and her legs had bothered her ever since. Last I had heard, she'd been doing fine.
And then this morning I find out she died last night.
I'm in shock. And so is my mom, obviously, far more than I am since she's known her for over 45 years. They've worked together for the vast majority of those years. And now she has to go in to work today, try to hold herself together, and tell everyone there what's happened. The reality and all its implications haven't even sunk in yet.
I wish I knew what to do, but I'm not sure I can do anything at this point.
...OMG. Life comes at you fast sometimes, doesn't it? Talk about incentive to do everything you possibly can to stay healthy. And to know when a hospital is necessary and when not to be stubborn about going to one.
Last night we get a call from her son that they rushed her to the hospital because she was having an especially hard time breathing (after wasting two hours trying to convince her to go to the hospital -- there's a time for stubbornness, and there isn't, and when you can't breathe is one of them). They found out that she had four blood clots in her lungs. My mom thinks they probably broke free from somewhere in her legs -- several years ago, she'd suffered a pretty bad fall, and her legs had bothered her ever since. Last I had heard, she'd been doing fine.
And then this morning I find out she died last night.
I'm in shock. And so is my mom, obviously, far more than I am since she's known her for over 45 years. They've worked together for the vast majority of those years. And now she has to go in to work today, try to hold herself together, and tell everyone there what's happened. The reality and all its implications haven't even sunk in yet.
I wish I knew what to do, but I'm not sure I can do anything at this point.
...OMG. Life comes at you fast sometimes, doesn't it? Talk about incentive to do everything you possibly can to stay healthy. And to know when a hospital is necessary and when not to be stubborn about going to one.
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Not being able to do anything is the worst, but you being there for your mum when she gets home today is doing something. *more and more hugs*
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I have just been very sick, so I know how important it is to stay healthy. It's not an afterthought -- it has to be the first thought.
*hugs*