I cared for a sixty-one-year-old lady who was brought to the emergency department by her daughter and brother. They brought her down from the intensive care unit where her son who was on life support. She was hollering hysterically and was inconsolable. She wailed as she told me her story.
She said her son had suffered from depression for many years. She had grown tired of it and had become angry with him. They had argued earlier in the day. The argument ended with her hollering at him, “Get a hold of yourself and get over this depression!”
The son then went straight out to the back yard and hung himself on a tree. Some time later, she discovered him hanging there. She couldn’t get him down so ran off to find neighbors to help. By the time they cut him down and got the ambulance to bring him to the hospital, he was brain dead.
As she recounted the events to me, she moaned about wanting to turn the back the clock, how she was not there for him when he needed her and how she should be dead instead of him.
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