Members clittlelady Posted October 10, 2010 Members Report Share Posted October 10, 2010 There are no words in the dictionary to explain how my heart aches. Lance died Last Saturday at 4:00 p.m. surrounded by his wife, my husband, myself and his best friend. We were there for his last breath, but the 32 previous days were sad, painful and precious all at the same time. Lance was our only child. Our one comfort is that he repented of his sins and allowed God back into his heart and prayed everyday from that point forward, until his death. He suffered liver failure, pancreatic death and ultimately kidney failure. He suffered infection in his abdomen and fluid eventually in his lungs. We never left his side. Even in the ICU unit one of us was allowed in at his bedside at all times and once he was moved to LSU hospital in Shreveport, he still remained critical, however they would not put him in the unit for fear of him contracting other infections. We tended to his every need, personal hygiene, was our gift to him to help him maintain his last thread of dignity. He thanked us every time, which became every 45 minutes to an hour because of the meds they were giving him to help the ammonia levels remain lower and keep it from going to his brain. BIPOLAR..... DEPRESSION..... were things we believe he suffered which he self medicated with Vodka. He entered and completed 47 days of rehab last summer, which helped him very little. The second comfort I have is a precious 3 1/2 year old grandson. His funeral was beautiful and moving. I felt as though I was on auto pilot. I've cried a billion tears. I would give anything to hear him say "Awe Mom, c'mon, Let's go to Red Lobster" Or "Thanks Mom, I have no butt because of your genetics!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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