We left our house around 8 a.m. headed to the hospital where my brother-in-law was. It took us 3 hours to get there.
The hospital was located in the state capital city. The parking lot is a tall tower building and everybody has to pay for the parking. There are many buildings in the property. We needed to ask the worker the location of ICU patients is. At the first floor, there is a check-in counter and all the visitors have to register and receive a wrist band. We were told to go to the fourth floor. Once we got out from the elevator, there was one open spot as a visitor’s waiting room. The ICU room door was locked. We needed to call at the receptionist’s desk where no receptionists were. We were told only one visitor at once. Thus, only my husband entered in, and I waited at the waiting room with my daughter. I waited there for more than one hour.
When my husband came out, he asked us if we wanted to go in to the ICU room or not. Since I was not that close to my brother-in-law, and I didn’t want to remember him as in a hospital gown in the ICU room, I told my husband I don’t want to go there. My daughter wanted to see her uncle at the last moment, so she went into the ICU room with my husband.
According to my husband, the nurse shared my brother-in-law’s health condition. He was pretty bad condition when he came into the ICU room. He was at the last stage of alcoholism and his liver was in an extremely bad condition.
After the visit, we drove back to our house.
After we got back home safely, around 8:40 p.m., we received a text message from my brother-in-law’s girlfriend to inform us that the doctor stopped the life support.
We talked with my mom-in-law over the phone. She was crying but stayed being calm. In a way, it was good for everybody that my brother-in-law had lived an extra one month after his sudden critical health condition. For this one month, he and his girlfriend could talk about what he wanted to do his belongings and how he wanted to take care of himself after death.
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