My name is Sheryl Edens. I am 29 years old, married with a 2 1/2 year old daughter and expecting daughter #2 in August (another reason why this is so difficult). We live in Omaha, Nebraska. My mother is 56 years old. My sister is 33 years old, married with a family and my brother is 24 years old, newly married. I am currently a stay-at-home mom and am enjoying raising my daughter to the fullest. She keeps me going.
My very healthy, 55 year old father suffered a brain aneurysm on the morning of April 27th, 1998. He was always the picture of health and never complained of headaches or anything.
My mother said he woke up that morning, used the bathroom and then returned to bed. A few minutes later, she noticed he was breathing funny. She rolled him on his back and tried to wake him but got no response. She then called 911 and Dad stopped breathing just before they got there. They were able to revive him but he was on life support. He suffered a brain aneurysm just above his spinal column in the back of his head. There was no hope. The doctors ran tests but Dad was gone almost immediately.
Why do things like this happen to such good people? My family is still in shock. Can't believe he is gone, he was always so full of life and enjoying it to the fullest! He loved retirement and absolutely doted on his grand kids. What made me very upset was the way the neurologist talked with my mother. He had the bed-side manner of a cold, dead, fish. They ran an EEG on my father that Tuesday morning and do you know what he said to my mother?!? He said (and I quote) "He had the flattest line I've ever seen." If I hadn't been 5 months pregnant and on the other side of the nurses' station, I would have hit him. Talk about having "Little Man Syndrome". Why didn't he just say, there was no activity or something to that affect? I will never forget it.
We donated some of Dad's organs because we knew that's what Dad would have wanted. He was always ready and willing to help people. I thought perhaps that would help, knowing that other people were being helped, but it's not. I don't want anyone to feel better when I am in so much pain. Will it stop? I feel like things are getting worse, like the shock is starting to wear off and now reality is setting in. I know he is in a better place but I feel so cheated: for my Mom, my sister and brother, my children, myself, and for Dad because he had so many plans. I'm just trying to understand.