Margarita

Female

United States

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About my Loss:

My mom Alicia,raised me on her own. At the end of Sept 2012 she wasn't feeling well and became jaundiced, and then was admitted to the hospital-in Colombia once I realized this was something big, I went against her wishes, and stayed with her. It took a while to find out. It turned out to be Cancer, Bile duct cancer, stage 4 and terminal. It moved so fast. Within a month not only was she physically deteriorated but the bile in her blood stream was affecting her mind. She did not want Chemo or radiation (which wasn't going to do anything for her anyway) but after a month in the hospital all she wanted to do was go home to her sisters house. On a Friday morning they called us to the hospital saying she may go into cardiac arrest and possibly a coma. We all went and surrounded her with love and prayers, but it wasn't her day. I told the dr. I wanted to take her home, and he said yes. I got her home, she was happy, she asked to eat, a shower and was happy to be in the bed that belonged to her mom. (her mom passed in that bed) The next morning, looking in her face, she wasn't there, looking in my mother's eyes, I couldn't see my mom. Between Saturday and Tuesday she spent the days pretty much out of it, with her eyes open staring up into the ceiling and just moaning and saying random things. Calling out to her mom or sister. On Tuesday, I walked to the church and asked the priest to come down and give her last rites, the church was 3 blocks away. He came and prayed with us and recognized her immediately. He prayed for us and asked us to talk to her because she just didn't want to let go. Once he left, I laid down next to her hugged her, kissed her, held her and told her that I loved her and the girls, her grandkids loved her, that we would be okay but that she needed to go. That she needed to hold her mom's hand and go with her. She stopped moaning for a moment and when I looked at her she had a tear running down her face. I continued telling her how much i loved her and the girls loved her but that she needed to go and then she opened her eyes really wide and she went. No gasp, nothing, she just went quietly. She died before the priest walked the 3 blocks to the church. {this is of course the very brief abridged version, so much more went on, amazing wonderful things} My heart is broken, it's as simple as that.

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