I mentioned in my last post that my usually bubbly friend Tiffany had an unexpected reaction to a medical procedure and was in a coma. In summary, she was having an out-patient surgical procedure (the family hasn't specified) and was administered the anesthesia propofol. She went into cardiac arrest, the medical team immediately performed CPR and got her heart restarted in about a minute and a half.
She never regained consciousness, but her brain showed signs of response to stimuli in the first few days. We were all hopeful that she would wake up and begin the long road to recovery. After all, this is Tiffany. She's a young, energetic, healthy 41-year-old.
I can hardly believe I'm writing this.
She's been taken off of life support and will go soon to hospice care in her parent's home. It's expected she will go "Home" soon after that.
I know Tiffany from P.E.O. She's one of my sisters. I don't have any biological sisters, but I love all of my P.E.O. sisters, and we are all grieving. We had a meeting yesterday, but didn't get any business done. We spent the meeting writing notes to Tiffany that her family would read to her. There were lots of tears and lots of snot.
But honestly, there were lots of laughs, too. Big laughs between tears and hugs and snot. We may have not gotten any "business" accomplished, but it was still a damn good meeting.
|Tiffany's nephew with his favorite Aunt|
Tiffany, I'm so grateful that in this vast world in this relatively tiny blip of time I'm on it, my path crossed with yours. I'll miss you like crazy, but know you'll just be on another great adventure.
See you on the other side, Sis.