The last week of June, she's so sleepy. All the time. While holding a conversation, she falls asleep. We decided this isn't normal, let's go to the hospital. She struggles just to get dressed, and even more just to get to the garage. Finally after 20 mins were in the car. Hospital ride 30 mins, she's sleep again. At the hospital, she needs a wheel chair. I get the chair, get her from the car and head inside. She's still asleep. Check-in she's so out of it she can't answer the nurse. After labs we find that the bilirubin count is out of control. She's still not awake. Two days on a regular hospital floor. Day 3, the ICU. She starts to bleed from everywhere; her nose, eyes, mouth, and anywhere they put a needle to access her veins. Then the swelling begins. Her body is now 3 times it's normal size....Unconscious.... Week 1 in the ICU we're told her kidneys are struggling to work. Week 2, her liver is struggling. Three weeks go by and now we are told the chances of recovery are minimal. God help us she's only 34. The last week of July the swelling is down, the bleeding has subsided, but she still sleeps as the kidneys and liver start to respond to medications. Week 4 baby girl wakes up!!! She woke up smiling, snapping her fingers and saying "I hear music ". There was no music, but she heard it. So I put on Pandora Afro beats and we all started to dance . Another VICTORY!!! We've been in and out of the hospital for a year, but never a matter of life or death. Home again. She's home for 2 weeks. It was a good 2 weeks. Talking, joking, eating, starting to make jewelry again. But the third week of August, exhaustion is heavy. Back to the hospital. This time her hemoglobin is at 4 and within 2 weeks, her organs are failing. Doctors are telling us to prepare for her ending. We are all so hurt and praying for any kind of miracle. Deep down , we all know she's leaving us, but we're still holding on to hope. We're a little more than a week into September and everyone is hoping and praying she will at least stay with us until her birthday, October 24th. But she's struggling to breath, even on oxygen. We constantly tell her "We love you Angie", and we hang on to every "I love you too" we get, until Sunday morning, September 15th , she's no longer talking, just struggling to breathe. Each shallow breathe seemingly shorter and shorter until at 6:06am, Angie took her final breathe .
May God grant us peace and mercy .