Jeannette's beautiful Children

She made an appointment with a local photographer to take pictures of her children among other things that she did before she died.  Jeannette was not in bed under the covers crying for herself.  She was busy making sure her children would never have to do without in life.  While in the hospital and enduring such extreme pain she asked for her children to visit her.  Before they arrived, she sat up on her bed and asked me to take her makeup bag out of her purse so that she could put some on to make herself pretty and not have all the dark circles around her eyes.  I managed to help her paint some eyebrows and gently put lipstick on her lips.  The children came in and suddenly she was the Jeannette without the cancer.  She talked to them, laughed with them and hugged them as best as she could manage.  Conner kept asking her, "Mommy, when are you coming home and tuck me into bed."  Shane said, "Mommy, I've been feeding the cat and I got an "A" today."  Loreal stood there in front of her looking all scared and not knowing what to ask her or say to her.  I hugged my LoLo.  I knew she wanted to cry.  Mathew said, "Mom, can I go to the game with my friends."  After they left, Jeannette thought she would see them again after she was released from the hospital.  She did not know that her husband would have her sedated and that she would never see her children again.  This is so wrong.  I truly believe in my heart she would have wanted to hug her children and say her goodbyes to them in a gentle caring way.  I also know she really wanted to say something to me because after she was sedated I spent all night and day with her.  At one point in time the nurse talked to her while she was changing her sheets and she said to her, "Jeannette, your mom is here and loves you."  Immediately she made a gurgling noise with her lungs.  I knew she wanted me to help her get out of sedation but her ????? husband would not allow it. I wish there were new laws and that parents could have rights to their children for life.  Every time I think of this it makes me cry.  I cry for myself, for not being able to help her and I cry because I miss her and I know she wanted to wake up and talk to me and tell me so many things she never had a chance to say.