My Dad had stumbled on some basement steps and hit his head on the concrete floor. He never regained consciousness and a few days later I had to tell the doctor to stop life support. I sent my Mom and Sister home as there was a terrible ice storm coming. I stayed with him until the end.
22 months later I got to do it again when my Mom got an infection and went septic. I sent my Sister home to get cleaned up and had them remove the ventilator so she wouldn’t have to see Mom die.
The same doctor was in ICU and she remembered me because she said “I’m sorry but this isn’t going to turn out any better than the last time “. She seemed to really care
Had to help support two friends bury their teenage boys due to suicide. I still recall those two phone calls too.
KC
