It's the End

THIS WAS WRITTEN ON WEDNESDAY, JULY 24, 2013.

Mrs. Carolyn's not going to make it.

Today's her 66th birthday. It's her daughter's 33rd.

When my dad went to go see her today, the doctor said, "We're just praying she makes it through the night, so she doesn't die on her birthday, or her daughter's."

They still don't know what happened. The only thing they can think of is that they gave her some sort of mix of painkillers that didn't sit too well with her.

(Also: the reason she wasn't hooked up to any monitors? If the surgery goes smoothly, and everything seems fine, no monitors are required. Since Mrs. Carolyn's surgery went absolutely perfectly, the doctors didn't think she needed monitors. And then came the painkiller cocktail.)

Mrs. Carolyn's been off of life support for 48 hours, and they're no longer feeding her intravenously. She's held on for this long. But the doctors are sure she's not going to make it.

It's just so hard. She was lively and wonderful on July 4th. And then this whole mess happened.

It's not fair. It's just not fair.

Thank you, everyone for your thoughts and prayers during this time. You barely know me, I don't know you, and you have no idea who Mrs. Carolyn is. But thank you, so much.

Edit, 26 July: Mrs. Carolyn's still holding on. She's been off life support since Monday, but there's been no change in her condition. Her husband's already made all the funeral arrangements. It's hard, because she's not dead yet. This isn't going to be a fun week.