It was the worst time of my life sitting next to my dying daughter knowing that the time was getting close to the end. At the request of her husband, the doctors sedated her. We never got a chance to have closure. I know in my heart that she would have wanted to be awake and see her children one last time. The hospital staff told me I had no rights as a parent. All the rights were with her husband. I was shocked to say the least. How could this brute make such a decision without talking to me. I cried when the doctors told me that they could reverse the sedation and that they could numb her from the waist down and that she could go home on hospice care but would be not be able to walk. Her husband said, "No, I am tired of all the ordeal my family has gone thru, keep her sedated." I tried to reason with him and tell him that Jeannette would want to go home to her children one last time even if it was for a couple of weeks. There was no reasoning with him. So, after they sedated her, he left the hospital and came by to see her a couple of times. I never left her side. I slept on a chair that was located next to her bed. I put a wash cloth on her forehead to try and keep her cool. I knew she could hear me so I kept talking to her and reading the bible to her. The end came to fast. One day after they moved her to the hospice room she died. I shall never ever be the same. I am sad and at the same time angry at cancer, angry at some of her so called "loved Ones." I know that some of the people that read this post think that it's been two years and why is her mom still mad. If they could be in my shoes during the time Jeannette was dying and all the injustice she received, they would understand my anger. I sure do miss her so much. I wake up and cry just knowing that another day has come without her.
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