I lost my sister the 19th of November 1996 in Marseilles (France) . She died of a brain aneurysm at the age of 35, leaving behind her 2 kids of 11 and 13, who already had lost their father. I am living in Denmark, and when I received a phone call from my father, a sunday morning saying that Marie-Nöelle was in a coma, I drove 20 hours to get to Marseille. The doctors did not want to talk about her chances at that point. They said that the pressure in her head was 14 times higher than usual. They had been provoking her coma for a week, hoping that the pressure would go down so that they would be able to operate her. They told me that I could drive home, because nothing would happen within the next 5 days.
Half way back, I called my family, I was told that she had been operated suddenly, but that the doctors said that everything was under control, and they were giving her 50% chances of surviving. They wanted to provoke her coma a week longer, therefore I could drive home. I arrived home sunday evening. The day after, I received a phone call from my father crying. Everything was over, they would turn off all machines the day after at 8PM. Without knowing exactly what happened that day, I had to take decision about giving her organs... I never got a chance to see her "alive" and "warm" again. A big truck drivers strike kept me from it. It was impossible to drive through France fast enough.
It was of course a very traumatic experience, I don't think that I will ever come over it. Mostly, when I got to know that she went to the hospital one day before her accident, because of huge headaches, and they did not want to scan her because it costs too much money!
What is a life worth?