I was so scared. Then I watched it go down to 0. They laid her back and since her husband did not sign a DNR form, they would have to do compressions. I told her husband you better go stop them, they are fixing to do it (compressions) I told him 3 or 4 times. If they had done the compressions it would have caved her chest in. He finally told them to do everything but that, so they jerked her gown down and put those electric things on her chest and tried to shock her back. They used one of those long needles. They could not get her back. She died at 11:58 that night. I not only lost my only sister; she was my best friend. I loved her so much. She had just turned 35 December 20th.
I will never get over losing her, I still cry everyday, and I feel like I am going to grieve myself to death over her. I guess a lot is guilt, because after the doctor said she had bulimia, I got on the internet and looked at the complications for bulimia, there she was, my sister, and I did not see it.
