It was August 28, 2009. She finally went to sleep at 5:00 a.m. I know. I was there. I was with her during all her pain. She cried all day that day. The day turned into night. More pain. More cries. I was not in control of the situation. This cancer was making it's way into her birthing canal and she was having birthing contractions every ten minutes. She tried to move as best she could but with all the IVs surrounding her precious body made it impossible. She asked me to help her. I managed to clear my tears and got close to her. I massaged her legs and I put pillows under her. She was crying and telling me, "Ma, please help me." I ran to the nurses station and interrupted them as they were talking. I said, "Please, help my daughter, she needs more pain medication." They looked at me like as if I was weird. I guess I must have because my hair was a mess and i had no more makeup on my face. I didn't care what the hell I looked like, all I wanted was more medication. I yelled out to them like a mad woman. I said, "Call the damn doctor, do what you have to do, get her PAIN meds NOW. Finally, a nurse got up and went in with me to check up on Jeannette. She called the doctor and he approved more meds. It was 5:00 a.m. now and my sweet daughter was finally resting. I did not want anyone to wake her so I told the nurse to put a note on the door. She did and it gave me time to call my family to inform them of what was going on. At that point in time i did not know she would die 6 days later. I really thought that she would go home on hospice. But, unfortunately decisions were made by her husband and I had no rights as a mother. I lost her on Sept. 3, 2009. My Nettle Poodle is gone.
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