I don't know why I keep thinking about this. My mom passed away 3 weeks ago and I'm still processing everything. It still doesn't feel completely real yet, and I feel like I have so many questions but that there's no way for me to get any answers!
She wasn't really able to explain to me what actually happened to her to result in her being sent to the ER from her hospital room, to the ICU. She had been in the hospital since Christmas and there were good days and not so good days, but this was normal. Something serious happened, and she couldn't breathe hardly at all I'm guessing (emphesema and lung cancer). I get the feeling that she wasn't being closely monitored and that her breathing problems escalated overnight leading to an emergency that morning.
I keep replaying it all in my head. Trying to process it all. I was so used to my mom telling me the whole story about everything that happened. This is the worst trauma she ever had, and she was unable to tell me anything about it. Like, I didn't get the whole story from her. From beginning to end. I don't think she could have told me much anyway, due to the nature of being in an intensive care unit, where the lights are on day and night and you can't sleep properly. You end up becoming confused by what day it is. Being so tired and weak makes it hard to fully process what happened. So she couldn't tell me what happened.
Strangely, I would like to know what dying was like...not the process - obviously! But afterwards. I feel cheated that I didn't get to hear from her after. A phone call to let me know how it all went. I always got a phone call after doctors appointments, and she'd tell me how it all went. But now all I have is silence. I can hear the leaves rustling in the wind right now, but I'll never hear from her again. I still can't process that she's gone.