|Margaret R. Hill|
|April 7, 1952 - February 20, 2012|
My mom was always a very cautious, clean, healthy person. A stay at home loving, wife and mom to my brother and I when we were young. A few days before this nightmare started I had spoken to her and she mentioned a sore throat and headache, but of course we all thought nothing of it more than a cold. A day later she was complaining of a pain in her leg that got progressively worse within 48 hours to the point where walking anywhere was almost impossible. My father decided to take her to the hospital on Valentine's Day thinking to get some antibiotics and someone to look at her leg. We never thought she would never leave. The next couple of days were nothing short of a nightmare that I couldn't wake up from. Sitting with my mom in ICU trying to keep her positive and help her fight for her life, promising her I would take her home. As signs of positivity rose in some ways, other areas fell short. The nurses at St. Mary's Hospital were incredible and stopped at nothing to help her. The Doctors decided she needed to be transferred to a burn unit hospital to see what they could do for her skin. As my mom hated heights and had never been on a plane, she was forced to take her one and only flight in a Helicopter into the sunset. The transfer did not go well and when we all arrived at the hospital we were faced with the terrifying news that they would not be able to save her. I felt alone, cheated and helpless. I wanted to scream. I never thought in a million years I would be saying 'see you soon' to my mom on Family Day. She was my best friend, best mom and a strong fighter. I'm so proud of the fight she gave for her life and for the strength she gave me. I love you mom and miss you every second..
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April 2, 2012