Autumn's Wind

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Chapter 133: The Last Journey
(by Bethany Rose, added on 27 May 2012 01:42 PM)

When the ambulance arrived, paramedics immediatly gave Autumn an injection of lorazepam to stop the constant seizing. Oxygen was administered, and she was put on a heart monitor. When she reached the hospital, she was taken to the pediatric intensive care unit, where her family and friends received some devastating news.

None of the treatments were successful, and fluid was building on her brain. She was going to die very soon. This was devastating to Autumn's unique family. They all knew this could happen, but none of them wanted to think about, much less accept it.

"When we discussed, well, end-of-life care with Autumn, she told us that she wants hospice," Jason barely managed to say.
"Right," Carrie, the pediatric oncology charge nurse, said, "are you going to have--"
"We already started working with a hospice nurse!" Jamison barked.
"I know this must be very difficult for you," Carrie quietly responded.
"Yeah, sorry. You didn't deserve that," Jamison muttered.

Autumn would return home on hospice after fluid could be drained. She wouldn't survive a surgery to place an internal shunt, so it would have to be drained externally.
Four days later, Autumn was transported home, where the hospice nurse and chaplain were waiting to receive her. They set up a hospital bed, IV poles, medications, suction machine and oxygen. They would do their best to make her comfortable. The Corbin family, Michelle and Lauren, Autumn's parents, her hospital family and, of course, Jamison, knew they had a few weeks to just hours with her. They were determined to make sure someone was always with her, and they wanted to spend as much time as possible with her. Even though Autumn was awake for about two hours spread throughout the day, someone was always with her. It didn't matter that she couldn't communicate well and was not always lucid during her waking hours. She couldn't see well anymore, but she could still hear and feel everything. The family and friends used these remaining senses to let her know that they were with her and that she was loved.

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