By this time I was emotionally and physically exhausted, I had fallen asleep on the couch. Unable to sleep in our own bed because she was not here. The doctors had tried to reach me multiple times that morning I woke up and realized they had called. I returned the phone call to the Doctor. He advised me that they finally had performed a sputum test, but while they were performing the test her heart stopped. I had a glimmer of hope when they told me the test had been performed, in my mind I was like good they might actually come to a conclusion what is causing her infection. But when the rest of the news came my heart sank. I didn't know what to feel after that. I hung up the phone and started texting and calling people with updates. Within those updates I was being asked by others are they letting you communicate with the iPads they have. I was dumb founded, I asked what iPads? People were informing me that the hospital had ways for us to communicate and talk to LT, but unfortunately I guess with all the chaos in the hospital with the doctors and nurses this was never offered to us. Another blow to our hearts of the lack of communication we had with LT.
My Name Is Dan and I am now recently a widower from my Best Friend of 25 years, and now have to navigate raising two teenagers without my help mate, and this is her medical story along with others that have similar stories of their own. Join me on this journey as we find help and healing in a broken medical system.