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I am an only child...I lost my dad at 2 & my mom at 27, which I had just given birth to her first grandbaby 22 days before she passed away. Trying to be a parent, with no one around to say "did I…Continue
Started by Sarah Slagle Nov 9, 2012.
Hello, my name is Catherine. I'm 30 a year old and an 'orphaned adult'. I am the eldest of 3 children. Our father died suddenly at 45, when were aged 19, 17 and 13 (respectively). We lost our mother…Continue
Started by Catherine Robson May 21, 2012.
I don't feel like I belong to anyone, and there is nobody else who will love me unconditionally like my parents did. I feel so alone. I am only 26 and have my whole life ahead of me. I have some…Continue
Started by Nicole. Last reply by Brenda Ann Jan 13, 2012.
Hey everyone all most 2 months ago now on July 13th 2011 I lost both my Mother (Donna) and Father (Bruce) in a tragic Semi-truck accident. My parents had been team over the road drivers for almost…Continue
Started by Amber Nichole Scarborough McGhee. Last reply by Ruth Oct 10, 2011.
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Sherri,
Thank you for reaching out to me. It means so much to have your kind words of support. I reach out to you and all the others experiencing what we are feeling. Accepting that I am now flying completely solo with family support is a hard pill to swallow. I did see a Pastor on Wed. He was this older gentlemen who had such wisdom. Regarding my sisters..he said to step back and leave the door open. Let them come to you. Let them have the opportunity to miss you. If they don't then why chase and beg for their acceptance and love. My husband left me 2 years ago after a 20 year marriage, no kids. My dad left us when we were kids. Mom raised us alone. I live with my Goldren Retriever and 3 cats. I'm 55. Sue
It is so strange to think of myself an orphan, but at 52 that's what I became. My mom called in late July 2007 to tell me she'd had 'something' happen. Without going into particulars here, she was calling from the hospital and a scan had revealed a 'spot' and she as to have surgery. I immediately flew back east to be with her. The spot turned out to be a fist-sized tumor in her diaphragm and was thought to be a contained sarcoma. Unfortunately, the biopsy revealed it to be lymphoma and we learned within a few months that it was likely a secondary site and the primary cancer was in her upper intestinal tract. She had surgery to remove the mass, then started chemotherapy. What was supposed to be a 2-3 week trip for me became an indefinite stay. Each day and week I watched her become even more frail that when I'd first arrived. She endured only 3 chemo treatments and had to stop because she became too weak and suffered a cracked/collapsed vertebrae that resulted in severe pain. The pain meds and her weakened condition led to increasing dementia. Just after Christmas, it was suggested we consider hospice because she was 'failing to thrive'. She went into hospice and passed away on January 8, 2008. It was all just a short 5 months though it seemed it some much longer.
Dad was not a very good health, either, during this time, either. I stayed on at their house to help him 'get used to' being without her and to allow my son, who travelled there with me, to finish out his school year there. By June, Dad insisted he could cope alone and one of my brothers agreed to stay with him. Over the next two years, I interceded on several issues between my brother and dad. Dad's health was still an issue, he had several falls that resulted in hospitalization, and my brother had significant health issues of his own, not the least of which was a liver transplant. It became clear that dad could not live alone and my brother, after recovering from his surgeries decided to move out of state to be closer to his sons. Between September and December 2009, dad had repeated hospitalizations and was despondent, as well. Finally, during my Christmas break from school (I'm an elementary school teacher), I flew out to bring him back to Colorado where my younger brother and I could better watch over him. We didn't fully know the extent of my dad's health problems, however, and what was intended to be a 'watch' over him soon became much more. He was in renal failure and not managing his diabetes, and not a candidate for a kidney transplant. Within ten days of his arrival, he ended up back in the hospital. He was there for several weeks, then a rehab facility. It was determined he would have to go on dialysis 4-5 days a week and needed full-time care. We tried an assisted living home, but he had a fall the first night and ended up back in the hospital. He was adamant he didn't want nursing home care or dialysis. While he was recuperating in another rehab facility, he asked if he could discontinue all of his medications and go into hospice and after counseling was approved to do so based on the level of his renal failure. We moved him to my brother's larger home with in-home hospice care March 1 2010. He passed away there March 17.
In both my parents' cases, I (the only daughter) was in charge of their basic care and needs, including the end-of-life care medications such as morphine. While I know, based on two different hospice organizations in two different states, that these medications are standard protocol as a patient's health deteriorates - to alleviate both physical pain and help calm them - it still was hard to be the one "in charge" and know that these medications (it seems to me), along with the ravages of their illnesses led to their deaths.
I lost my husband to sudden cardiac arrest November 28, 2000 and feel like I started holding my breath then. With the death of both my parents, I still don't feel like I breathe fully. In fact, coping with my parents' illnesses seemed as if I was still 'on automatic' when it came with the various medical issues and their hospice care. I have very little contact with my three brothers and often feel detached. I move forward as best I can, but sometims it feels like I'm living someone else's life and sometimes it hits me with a "How did I get here?" and I have to remind myself that my life now is real. Even 'good' memories of my husband and my parents bring on feelings of loss. Is this what life is? Coping with life from loss to loss? My faith had always been a central part of my life, but in the past two years I've felt less and less comfort in it. There is this underlying sadness all the time.
I am an orphaned adult. Like many of you, I did not expect to have the emotions I have. I cared for my mom and dad from 1998 until dad passed away in February 2010. Mom had severe Alzheimers and suffered a stroke in Feb 2003. She was like an infant and became my baby. She passed away November 30, 2006. She just went to sleep and didn't wake up. It was expected. I had to go on for my dad, so I stifled the feelings of grief for mom. Dad was diagnosed with lung cancer and melonoma and his life began to decline severely. I carried on as usual and did fairly well. When Dad died I thought I was going to be able to handle it all okay, because I knew it was coming. I thought I had already grieved all I was going to. Then I slowly began to realize I was really alone. Dad was always my hero and rock and now he was gone. I am married to a wonderful man, but we have had our struggles. At one point, I thought we would separate, but we managed to make it through all of this. I have sooo many things going on in my life that I just don't feel like I can cope anymore. I find myself wanting to run away and hide, but I have no where to go. Anyone else have these feelings or is it just me?
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