Post by Elizabeth "Beth" Houghton on Aug 17, 2016 0:26:20 GMT
Hi Everyone,
My amazingly great friends from the original Delta site may or may not know how my life has taken a large amount of emotional events. If you have me on Facebook then you probably know the events that tragically changed my life since February of 2014.
This is a vent. It's also awareness of my secluded life style right now. Time is supposed to heal things. I'll need a lot more time.
On February 4, 2014 my brother in-law passed. He had an unknown on type of cancer. He first found out around June of 2013. Rob was to be placed on an expiremental chemo to stop the growth of the tumors mid February. The largest tumor created a hole in his lungs. He choked on food. The doctors put a stent to help him eat. Needless to say, it grew by September again making him choke on food. Around November, he had complained of headaches. A scan showed 5 small tumors in his brain. One of those was near the surface and easily removed. The doctors said that after the one removed healed they would do aggressive brain radiation therapy to help the other spots from growing. 2 days after the treatments, he went into septic shock. They couldn't do any other antibiotics as his immune system was shot from the radiation. He chose hospice and 3 days later he passed away at 46 years old.
In 2015, my mom was diagnosed with an aortic abdominal aneurysm. It was next to her kidney. After a series of tests to determine if she could undergo surgery, they discovered a severe case of congestive heart failure. Nothing could be done. On April 4, 2016, my mom fell in her bathroom breaking 4 ribs. She was going to be in there for a while because age (77) would take a long time to heal. If she would do her therapy, she would be moved to a therapy center then home. She wouldn't do therapy. She had a severe blood infection. She also wouldn't eat. At the end of April, her body from ribs to feet looked like a jellyfish. She went in 150 pounds, but the severe edema took 3 nurses to help change her diaper. The only way to get her into a therapy place, she would have needed Medicaid to cover the $l300 every week. She had Medicare A and B plus Boue Cross. The nurse and hospice personnel said to enroll her as fast as I could.
My my mom was only given Norco for pain. She requested to go into hospice so she could get the appropriate pain meds needed. Then, she could go to therapy facility. On May 12, I was visiting her. They needed to change her. I offered to help. I held her head and hands while the others changed her. My mom cried in my arms from the pain. I had to turn my head so she couldn't see me crying. On May -5th, I talked to the cardiologist. He tried not to answer my questions. I sternly asked him 6 months. He said no. I then said / months? He answered with probably not even that. With this information and seeing how much pain she was in, I signed the papers to admit her into hospice. She wouldn't talk to me the first day when she was coherent. I left to go home and grab the necessities. When I got back to the hospital that evening, she was already drugged up. I had no way of talking to her with a response. They told me she could understand. I spent the next ) days there not leaving. On May 22, she had passed on during the night. I still, to this day, have nightmares of her mad at me for admitting her. Now I know I did the right thing. I know this, but the nightmares are not going away.
For or over a year, I lived with sharp shooting pain from my left hip to my feet. Not going into details, I underwent major back surgery that took the pain away. I had my surgery at the same hospital my mom died in. She was in the 5th floor and I was on the 6th. I healing physically very nicely.
This is my vent. If I appear or write something harsh, I do NOT intend to. Most of you are so dear to me. I think this RP will S good for me. I retired Katrina as she was part of my dad's and death. I created Elizabeth as a tribute for my mom. Shirley(Beth's mother) was near name.
Thank you for even taking the time to read this. If anyone belongs to prayer groups, could you please add me to your list.
My mom's passing has been so detrimental that I cry easily. My mom introduced me to Star Wars when it came out. Her character was Vader and mine is R2. We also called each other every week to talk about a Supernatural episode.
I understand that others here may have had harder years than me. I just feel like I'm family here and needed to vent it out.
I hope to role play with both veteran and rookie role players.
Love to all,
Renee
My amazingly great friends from the original Delta site may or may not know how my life has taken a large amount of emotional events. If you have me on Facebook then you probably know the events that tragically changed my life since February of 2014.
This is a vent. It's also awareness of my secluded life style right now. Time is supposed to heal things. I'll need a lot more time.
On February 4, 2014 my brother in-law passed. He had an unknown on type of cancer. He first found out around June of 2013. Rob was to be placed on an expiremental chemo to stop the growth of the tumors mid February. The largest tumor created a hole in his lungs. He choked on food. The doctors put a stent to help him eat. Needless to say, it grew by September again making him choke on food. Around November, he had complained of headaches. A scan showed 5 small tumors in his brain. One of those was near the surface and easily removed. The doctors said that after the one removed healed they would do aggressive brain radiation therapy to help the other spots from growing. 2 days after the treatments, he went into septic shock. They couldn't do any other antibiotics as his immune system was shot from the radiation. He chose hospice and 3 days later he passed away at 46 years old.
In 2015, my mom was diagnosed with an aortic abdominal aneurysm. It was next to her kidney. After a series of tests to determine if she could undergo surgery, they discovered a severe case of congestive heart failure. Nothing could be done. On April 4, 2016, my mom fell in her bathroom breaking 4 ribs. She was going to be in there for a while because age (77) would take a long time to heal. If she would do her therapy, she would be moved to a therapy center then home. She wouldn't do therapy. She had a severe blood infection. She also wouldn't eat. At the end of April, her body from ribs to feet looked like a jellyfish. She went in 150 pounds, but the severe edema took 3 nurses to help change her diaper. The only way to get her into a therapy place, she would have needed Medicaid to cover the $l300 every week. She had Medicare A and B plus Boue Cross. The nurse and hospice personnel said to enroll her as fast as I could.
My my mom was only given Norco for pain. She requested to go into hospice so she could get the appropriate pain meds needed. Then, she could go to therapy facility. On May 12, I was visiting her. They needed to change her. I offered to help. I held her head and hands while the others changed her. My mom cried in my arms from the pain. I had to turn my head so she couldn't see me crying. On May -5th, I talked to the cardiologist. He tried not to answer my questions. I sternly asked him 6 months. He said no. I then said / months? He answered with probably not even that. With this information and seeing how much pain she was in, I signed the papers to admit her into hospice. She wouldn't talk to me the first day when she was coherent. I left to go home and grab the necessities. When I got back to the hospital that evening, she was already drugged up. I had no way of talking to her with a response. They told me she could understand. I spent the next ) days there not leaving. On May 22, she had passed on during the night. I still, to this day, have nightmares of her mad at me for admitting her. Now I know I did the right thing. I know this, but the nightmares are not going away.
For or over a year, I lived with sharp shooting pain from my left hip to my feet. Not going into details, I underwent major back surgery that took the pain away. I had my surgery at the same hospital my mom died in. She was in the 5th floor and I was on the 6th. I healing physically very nicely.
This is my vent. If I appear or write something harsh, I do NOT intend to. Most of you are so dear to me. I think this RP will S good for me. I retired Katrina as she was part of my dad's and death. I created Elizabeth as a tribute for my mom. Shirley(Beth's mother) was near name.
Thank you for even taking the time to read this. If anyone belongs to prayer groups, could you please add me to your list.
My mom's passing has been so detrimental that I cry easily. My mom introduced me to Star Wars when it came out. Her character was Vader and mine is R2. We also called each other every week to talk about a Supernatural episode.
I understand that others here may have had harder years than me. I just feel like I'm family here and needed to vent it out.
I hope to role play with both veteran and rookie role players.
Love to all,
Renee
-smacks him-