Hi, my name is heather and I am 34 years old. I was raised in a small town in Nevada. In 1999 my mom had congestive heart failure and survived but in 2000 she was diagnosed COPD. She smoked a lot. but she quit. In 2004 I moved to PA with my 3 children. April 2004 my mom moved in with us for 4 months so she could get a new operation by one of the best hospitals in the country. Unfortunately she got too sick and couldn't even make it to her 2nd appointment. it is humid here and not in NV. So my father came to Pa and took her home. In July 2005 she had a barium enema from severe constipation. In august 2005 she was put in ICU, part of the enema turned into stone in her colon. They had to go in an fix it. They put her on a ventilator (she already had been on Oxygen since 2000). But once you are on the vent it is hard to get off. I went to see her in Sept. She then was moved to a rehab hsopital in Reno. She started getting better and the last time I spoke to her was Sept 11 at 2pm. She had all these plans to get one of those rotochairs to get around the house etc. She was upbeat, then she got a bladder infection and it set her back. On sept 16th, my birthday, my father found out he had lung cancer. he chose not to tell my mother incase it would delay her condition getting better. Sadly she never recovered and died Oct 21, 2005, one month before I had my 4th child. we were VERY close. I was heartbroken and kept thinking "I cannot have this baby now, I am not done mourning", it would be hard since I would be so happy about the baby (I think this was the LOrds plan so I wouldn't suffer as much. My father got real sick like I said but in June2006 he came to PA to walk me down the aisle at my wedding. August 2006 he took a turn for the worse. He no longer had lung cancer, it came back in the brain. I went to see him twice... and was at his bedside on Oct 3, 2006 when he took his last breath. i had told him "Dad I have to leave in a half hour and go home to my family", he died 16 minutes later (he was asleep). That's my story. I hope it wasn't boring. Both my parents were right with God so I know they are there. I am glad I finally found someone to relate to. Sometimes I feel lost. An orphan at the age of 34.
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