My mom has been suffering from major illnesses all her life and every year it just gets progressively worse, it was just two years ago that my mom woke up in the middle of the night and felt absolutely horrible. in order to try and calm herself down she started up the tub and got ready to take a nice bath, this was around 12 AM, this woke me up and eventually I started hearing moving and banging sounds. My mom collapsed onto the bathroom floor, screaming my dads name and begging him for help. my dad, the idiot he is, took him longer to get up and notice.
He tried to calm her down but she kept trying to get him to understand she's not okay, she's had fits like these before and she'll easily settle herself down, but this was a genuine incident and my dad wasn't sure what to do. a minute later an ambulance arrives, my dad yells at me and my sister to go downstairs and open the door for them, the medics crack jokes to keep me and my younger sister calm but there was absolutely no hope left in this situation.
I watched as my mom was hauled away on a stretcher down a feet of stairs, she was seizing and gasping for air with the oxygen mask on her face. It was then she spent 3 weeks in a hospital, it turns out her recent blood transfusion was infected with pneumonia and nearly killed her. I was left alone at home for those 3 weeks, forced to handle myself and take care of the house while my grandparents took in my sister and my dad stayed by my moms side.
She seems fine today, but I know she wont last long. These things have happened more than once, I have the suspicion she be here once I reach 20. That's a hard thing to deal with as I can't see myself without my mom, she's been such a helping hand all my life with about every other problem I've faced, if she actually died I don't know how I would function anymore.
It's not the first person in this family to suffer from a severe medical condition, my sister was diagnosed with diabetes very early in her life (type 1), and my grandmother can barely remember who I am and sometimes I catch her sitting in the living room chair talking to someone who isn't actually there.
I've never seen my grandpa cry before, I've always looked at him as a strong tough guy (I mean he's grown up working in a mill all his life). My grandma almost walked into the street while cars flew by, my Grandpa ran as fast as he could and grabbed her. I heard her scream and cry for help, not realizing it was her husband. I watched him cry and hold her in his arms, she asked what was going on and why she was outside.
