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| 9-21-05 | ||||||||||||||||
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| ����������� In 1998, my mom went to the hospital to have her tubes tied.� During this procedure, the doctor noticed some abnormal growth on her ovary.� At this point, my mother decided not to have a hysterectomy.� Over the next two years, the growth grew into a tumor.� I remember that as the tumor grew, the pain she was in of her menstrual cycle got worse.� During the first few days during her menstrual cycle, she could not get out of bed because the pain was so intense.� Finally in 2000, my mom and her doctor set a date for her to have the surgery. | ||||||||||||||||
| ����������� Towards the end of September, my dad bought a DVD player.� On the 22nd, we as a family, sat down to watch Mission to Mars.� Shortly after the movie started, my mom got up and left the room.� After a few minutes, she called my dad back to the bedroom.� He called an ambulance; apparently that night my mom's ovary ruptured because of the weight of the tumor.� Ashley and I stood in the kitchen crying because paramedics were wheeling our mom out of the house.� I wasn't exactly sure if my mom would be okay.� My dad watched the paramedics load my mom into the ambulance and told me he was going to the hospital.� All I could do at this point was cry.� I stayed up as late as I could before falling asleep at two o'clock. | ||||||||||||||||
| ����������� My dad finally came home around four in the morning.� I immediately asked my dad how my mom was.� He said my mom had her appendix removed.� She was going to have a hysterectomy after her blood platelet level rose.� On Saturday, my mom finally had her surgery.� My dad stayed with her as much as he could.� I stayed home with my sister until after my mom's surgery.� I went to see my mom on Saturday and Sunday, but Ashley and I didn't like sitting at the hospital for six hours, so on Monday my dad went by himself.� I assumed that since my mom had the surgery, she was fine and she would come home soon.� | ||||||||||||||||
| ����������� On Tuesday, I got up and went to school.� To me, it was like any day of school.� At lunch, my friend Veronica asked me if my mom was going to be okay.� I told her that my mom would be just fine.� I finished out my day thinking everything was fine.� As Ashley and I walked home from the bus stop, we noticed a bunch of cars outside our house.� Joking around I told Ashley that mom and dad were having a party.� We joked around the entire way home.� When I walked into my house, a bunch of my mom's friends were at the house.� I didn't think too much about it at the time, but then I saw that everybody was crying.� My dad called Ashley and me into the living room and held both of us, he told us he had to tell us something.� At this point I knew why everybody was at my house.� I knew my mom had died at the hospital. | ||||||||||||||||
| ����������� Most of what happened after that point, I don't remember.� I remember everyone trying to comfort me.� But there was nothing they could do about it; they couldn't bring her back.� I didn't stay at my mom's funeral in Kentucky.� I left shortly after they put her in the ground.� My dad said it was all right for us to leave.� I was mad at my dad for not coming to school to get Ashley and me when he found out she was dead.�� At the point that Veronica asked me if my mom was okay, she was dead.� I was angry with everybody.� I didn't understand why people didn't do something to save her.�� I was forced to grow up faster than most kids.� I had to start watching out for Ashley and, in some aspects, I had to discipline her.�� I had to take on more responsibility at a young age.� I after a while, I calmed down but it took at least a year.� However I was a different person; no longer was I a carefree kid. | ||||||||||||||||
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