Members petrina Posted May 3, 2011 Members Report Share Posted May 3, 2011 I lost my only son, Philip, on October 27th of 2009. Each day is glass shards in my heart. He was my closest friend. My husband, not his father, was horribly jealous of my son and could not understand how or why we were so close. The last two years of Phil's life he suffered from horrible migraine headaches that could barely be controlled by medication caused by a motorcycle accident . He had acupuncture, chiropractic, doctors, tests, clinics in and out of town and hundreds of miles away in another state. One doctor would give him medication for a while and then kick him off of practice because they could not control his pain. We tried many doctors, hospitals and treatments and he always held on. He was thirty-one and needed to live on his own. He closest friend was his bulldog and they were inseparable. My son's friends who were young and healthy quit calling on him. Even his own father stopped calling him two weeks before he died because he said he could not relate to his problems. In the end , it was my son and I holding tight to each other. Two days before he died I took him to the hospital to try to get another headache under control. They sent him home twenty-four hours later and he was marginally better. I spent part of the morning he died with him. I went to the grocery store and came back and he was resting. When I came back two hours later he was dead. I did CPR until the paramedics came and they refused to resuscitate him. I have no brothers, sisters or other close relatives. My husband does not know why I am still mourning and my ex and I do not speak, his choice, not mine. I have no one with whom to share my pain and I am really not looking forward to next weekend. Still crying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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