Friday

I just tried to take a little nap, but couldn't get the vision out of my mind of the day that the "medical director" at Methodist tried for 3 hours unsuccessfully to get an IV site for my son. She gave up and called in the IV team after that point. She tortured him to the point he could barely cry anymore. It was the same weekend that he went without nutrition for four days. He was not the same after that. I pray hoping that he hears me say I am sorry. He had such a horrible second half of his life, and I am thankful for the fact that he doesn't have to go through it anymore but am troubled to the depth of my soul that he ever had to go through such terrible suffering.