It is 22:45 and I am sitting in a chair next to Vic’s bed. Her heart rate keeps climbing and is sitting at 115 no matter what. Her oxygen levels are dropping despite the oxygen. And her blood pressure is sky high.
Despite the meds her temperature is sneaking up. Vic’s body temp is naturally low – 35.5 and is now up to 37.8 degrees C. I know it is only a low grade temperature now but I also know my child. Something is brewing.
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I am a sixty plenty wife, mother, sister, grandmother and friend. I started blogging as a coping mechanism during my beautiful daughter's final journey. Vic was desperately ill for 10 years after a botched back operation.
Vic's Journey ended on 18 January 2013 at 10:35. She was the most courageous person in the world and has inspired thousands of people all over the world. Vic's two boys are monuments of her existence. She was an amazing mother, daughter, sister and friend.
I will miss you today, tomorrow and forever my Angle Child.
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