I hated 2019. Like DESPISED it. In March, my boyfriend of nine years went through alcohol withdrawal and was put in a medically induced coma on a breathing tube and ventilator. It lasted 17 extremely long days. His 28 day hospital stay resulted in his (sort-of) recovery, but the end of our relationship. I was with him the whole time and I feel like I will never get over the trauma of seeing the man I love in that condition. However, I was finally starting to feel a little better this month…I got through Thanksgiving and could see the end of the year finally approaching…a fresh, new start.
And then my father was put into a medically induced coma on a breathing tube and ventilator last Thursday. What. The. Actual. Hell? How do two people that I am very close with, the two men in my life, BOTH end up in comas within the same year??? Thankfully, my dad was removed from the sedation and the breathing tube was removed last night and he seems do be doing ok. Yesterday was touch and go and in the morning, his condition was bad enough for a palliative nurse to speak to us about a DNR order and “quality of life” concerns.
I just can’t believe it. I feel like I keep saying that over and over. How did this happen to TWO people? In ONE year? Six more hours until this horrible, traumatic, heartbreaking, life-changing year is over and I can’t wait.