It was a cool October night and I was laying on my bed half asleep, and all I hear are moans of pain coming
from the other room. I get up off my bed to realize the cries were coming from my mother. I couldn't help but start crying as I saw her in pain. She could barely breathe. I was very scared so i called 911. I didn't know what else to do. I felt so useless as she laid there in pain waiting for help. The ambulance finally arrived. They examined her, and realized she had phnemonia, but since she also had critical asthma it made it worst. They said she might have caught it because she may have not been taking care of herself very well. The paramedics decided that she had to be taken to the hospital. I was crying the whole way to the hospital. As they took my mother to the Emergency Room, they asked me to wait outside. At that moment I felt so alone. The hours I waited felt like days, extremely long days.
Five hours later I was told I could see her. It was killing me to see her in pain. The doctors told me that they were going to keep her in the hospital. I didn't want to leave her, but the doctors wouldn't let me stay with her. I decided to go home and get some sleep since I was up the whole night. Once I got home I took a shower and as i was getting ready to get some rest the phone rings. It was my father telling me to hurry up and get to the hospital. My mother had gotten worse. She was in shock and wasn't able to respond to anyone. She also wasn't responding to any of the medication they had given her. The doctor told us that she could keep giving her medications, but if her body does not respond to them there was no more she can do. I started crying and going crazy. I couldn't believe this was happening to my mother.All we could do was pray and wait for a miracle.
The last day we spent in the hospital was the worst day of my life. I decided to go downstairs and get myself something to drink, and when I got back upstairs all I see is everyone...