Worst day of my life? It can always get worse. Of course she was scared, terrified, even. I was called around 1:30 am, after about two hours and change of sleep and asked to come to the hospital. My mother was panicking and it was thought that seeing me might calm her down. It didn’t. After several hours a cocktail of severe sedatives did the trick, but until that time it was undescribably horrible. With the sedatives she went limp and slept, her breath rapid and shallow. She took her last breath at 15:00 exactly. Finally this nightmare is over. Now it’s just a matter of logistics. I am so fucking relieved.
