I want to share something with you. Eleven years ago, I was separated from my wife and staying at my parents house. I woke one morning in the spare room I was in and heard some strange rustling in the house.
I got up and started through the living room, thinking I might grab a poker from the fireplace incase it was some sort of intrusion. As I rounded the corner to the hall I saw a uniform and my heart sank. I turned the corner to look into my parents room I was met by a cop who put his hands up to block me from the scene.
My mom had recently undergone total kidney failure, caused by many years of living with diabetes. She had to go to a dialisys treatment center 3 times a week to have her blood cleaned. In order to do this, a tube/shunt had to be installed in her neck so her blood could be accessed. Apparently it was somewhat of a temporary one that was going to be removed in the near future.
What had happened from what I gather, is that she was having a possible sugar issue, which made her weak or even pass out. When I had turned that corner, I had witnessed her passed out, naked and lodged between the toilet and the cabinetry in the tiny bathroom attached to the bedroom. I didn't see her directly, but from the mirrored double closet doors which faced opposite the bathroom on one end, and the entrance on the other end.
She had somehow damaged the shunt in the process and, from what I could see, completely bled out. Not sure why my dad didn't come get me when he found her. I suppose calling 911 immediatly was the right thing to do. But then he went out and moved cars to make room for whoever was coming. Still didn't get me. Panic I suppose.
They were talking about busting the toilet out because she was stuck in there. But they eventually pulled her out, got he on a stretcher and rushed her off. As the last of the people were leaving, I asked one of them if they could help me clean up. He said he didn't do that and offered no other suggestion.
Before I had begun, my father was still sitting in the living room where I put him. He had difficulty speaking, but somehow managed to ask me to check in the basement to see if the blood had gotten down to there.
Well, it had, but I lied to him and said it hadn't as there was no need to freak him out further and I was going to take care of it.
I don't know how long it took me to take care of it all, but there are things about that I'll never forget. My dad slowly degenerated after that until dimentia completely took over, having his keys taken away and finally strapped to a wheelchair to keep him from hurting himself or others, bed-ridden then death. We lost him about 3 years ago and it was a long painful goodbye.
