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Originally Posted by Phoenix
what happened?
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He broke his kneecap July 1st went and had his knee in a brace, 2 days later he had a 104 temp so off to the family Dr who put him on antibiotics. Then 3 days later he couldn't breath, off to the hospital where they had no clue what was going on boom they flew him to Cooper ( NJ "top" hospital ) they put him in a coma and said he had ARDS. They pump 16 pints of blood into him and it all came right back out.....bleeding from his lungs. He did good for 2 days then boom he was dead. I didn't get to see him and that was the worst thing IMO. My mom didn't even call and let me know what was going on. When she did call she said he was doing better to come up on Wednesday and Monday morning she called I just knew why, it's fucked up. I went up to NJ that Monday.
I wanted to go up on the Friday and now I wish I had just gone and not listened to my mom. I feel like shit knowing I could have been there and I wasn't. I feel like shit that it wasn't me who passed I would trade my life for his in a second. Not sure how to deal with all the guilt I have but it's making me kinda crazy.