MY MIJA

  As I go about my day here in Fresno, California I think of Jeannette and how she was back in 2009 in the hospital.  How sad to remember her just laying there in that uncomfortable hospital bed in a room that was  stuffy and hot. Several nurses took turns checking up on her and writing notes on their PCs.  I sat there looking at Jeannette and for any sign she might have made to tell me she was awake.  It never happened.  The pain medications administered to her were getting higher and higher levels.


 Hospice charge nurse would come in and direct all her attention to Jeannette's husband.  I got the impression that she just wanted it all to end and maybe that is why at Jeannette's husband's request she administered higher dosage of pain meds.  I put two and two together and realized that the higher the pain meds, the faster the heart had to pump.   It was not fair.  I was mad and wanted to scream and yell at them but I knew I would be told to exit the hospital.  I couldn't let that happen so I kept my mouth and emotions to myself.  Six days later she died.