“I Made A Mistake”: 30 Haunting Last Words Medical Professionals Heard From Their Patients
If you’re lucky enough to be by a loved one’s side during their last moments on Earth, it can be extremely special to hear what they have to say. It might not make sense and it may sound strange, but at least you’re there to hear their voice one last time.
For some medical professionals, however, hearing last words is just a part of the job. But every now and then, a patient will say something that really sticks with them. People in the medical field have recently been sharing the most haunting last words that they’ve heard from patients on Reddit, so you’ll find some of their most powerful responses below. Enjoy reading through, and be sure to upvote the last words that you certainly would have remembered as well.
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I worked at a hospital unit that had hospice care on my floor. An older lady was admitted, she wasn't doing well, but was very friendly and everyone that took care of her adored her. Her husband doted on her, only went home occasionally to shower and came right back. He never wanted to leave her side. One night she insisted he go home and get some rest, in a bed, and come back in the morning. She took a turn that night and there was no way he was getting back before she passed but she was lucid. We called her husband so they could talk, they said how much they loved one another he said he would miss her terribly, she said she was so grateful for the life they lived together. I tried not to listen too much because it felt private but they both wanted some staff in the room so she wouldn't be alone. There was reminiscing and crying, when she couldn't talk anymore he just talked to her and told her stories about their life together until she passed.
We were all used to death on my unit, and no one left that room dry eyed. Most of our patients were heavily sedated from pain if they were admitted for hospice so it was an unusual death for us and this woman and her husband were special. Kind, caring, very in love, not something you see all the time.
"It's not my fault, right?" - A patient (a very long time ago) about 2-3 minutes before he died from complications of AIDS (pneumonia).
I told him it was absolutely not his fault. I still think about this at LEAST once a week.
This is so sad. I feel better knowing this man heard you say "no, it wasn't your fault" before he died.
In my grandma’s last days we went to visit her. She had exactly one lucid day, and she asked “Is everybody here to see me?” I said yes and she said “Why? Am I dying?” I held back tears and told her “We just love you very much.”
Even typing it now I’m crying
I am a medical worker, but the one that stays with me is actually when my aunt was dying. I think I was about 14, and she was my favourite aunt. I held her hand and asked her to wait until her birthday so that I could wish her happy birthday (a silly request looking back), and the last thing she said to me was, "ok." She lasted until the morning of her birthday, I wished her happy birthday, and she passed away with a smile.
I was an emergency room nurse and I have PTSD from healthcare. What bothers me isn't the last words of the patients who died. There's this look in their eyes when people know there's no hope and they're dying and they realize it. It's like this panic. It happens a lot in trauma patients. The worst part is when they've got that look in their eyes and then they lock their eyes on yours. It's like they're still staring into my soul.
But the sounds that the family members that they leave behind make that bother me more. Forget words. They make these sounds. Worse than wails or shrieks or gutteral cries. It's emotion coming out of vocal cords through an opening. It's what I'm trying really hard not to hear when I lay down and go to sleep.
It's been working for the most part but I can't work in healthcare anymore. I can't walk into a hospital to get treatment myself. Oh I've got a psychiatrist and I get therapy, but I should have done so beforehand. But you're just too cool and too tough and nobody can tell you anything when you're young and think that you already know everything, you know?
Nurse here. I get it and I’m sending good vibes from CA. Thinking about taking a break, myself.
84 year old woman with advanced dementia. She was very combative at night: scratching, biting, pulling out her IV and oxygen. I was her nurse for a week or so before she died. One of the last nights, the clouds parted, and she had a moment of clarity. She looked up at me from her bed and said: "This is hell. I am in hell right now."
And this is why we need assisted dying, including for people with dementia who have made an advanced directive. Keeping someone in this state alive serves no one. It's virtue signaling on a societal scale. "Care not killing" should not be placed above "She wouldn't want to live like this."
I lost two of my grandparents to dementia and both of them asked for it to end multiple times. It was an awful, awful end for them. I 100% agree with you.
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My aunty died of dementia last September and in a moment of clarity about a week before she passed, she said to her sons how she was over living this awful life and was going to die, she said goodbye and hadn't known who they were for a long time, but did there. There were no signs that she was dying, she had breast cancer and dementia but wasn't end of life. After she said this, she refused to eat or drink (she went back to being confused and not knowing who anyone was) anything from the moment she said she was going to die. It must have been an awful way to go, I hope her dementia and not understanding anything that was going on, helped make dying of starvation/ dehydration slightly less horrific. The only positive from it is that she wasn't suffering. She was trapped in a body that thought she was about 14 and so scared. Dementia is a nasty nasty condition.
Makes me mad that we can have euthanasia for pets, but not us. Not everyone wants to live that way, let us sign up for the shot as soon as we get diagnosed.
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Imo, dementia is worse than cancer. The loss of the self is traumatizing.
I know some people that have done nasty stuff. One old man, now in his 80s I know doesn't say it, but when we talk I can tell he his worried about where he will end up. His parents died tragically when he was young and he spent most of his life doing illegal stuff. He managed not to do time but most of his friends have been inside. Well, there may be a Heaven and there may be a Hell No one knows for sure but now Johnny Ace knows damn well Johnny Ace is Dead, Dave Alvin
My mom had dementia for several years, and a couple days before the end, the hospice chaplain asked what she wanted to pray for. The last lucid thing she ever said was "I want my old life back."
My mother was like this, but every time she was combative she had some type of infection, usually urinary tract. Once they gave her antibiotics she would clear right up. They would call emto say she bit someone and i would always respond have you checked for a UTI?
I'm sure that is what it felt like. It is how I feel just before a psychotic break.
The Western medical tradition believes people should be left to die in hell. We have laws to ensure it. This is why America doctors almost never die in a hospital or other care facility – they know what's waiting there. Anyone who doesn't have a big jar of barbiturates stored securely but accessibly is in denial about what our culture considers "care" of the desperate. Don’t let it happen to you. Don’t let it happen to anyone else.
My mom didn't have dementia but breathing and heart problems. She had been on hospice for over a year. She as actually at our home. She had been out of it for several hours and woke up to see us and said, "I'm not dead yet?" What a woman she was.
My grandma was kinda like that. She'd been basically in a coma for about a week when she suddenly woke up, said "f*ck, still here" and then died.
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"Well, I guess we all can't live forever", followed by a smile and a shrug. He was a geriatric rockstar-- rolled around in his wheelchair with that chill surfer vibe, and always had something positive to say, even when battling stage 4 cancer.
Love this ❤️ just shows that some people are so pure and optimistic that even death can't bring them down
Not words but just pure terror and not being able to talk from pain. I’ve been a caregiver for 1 month. On my 2nd day without training i was left alone with 10 residents. One of them who was on hospice (and I knew nothing about any of them due to no training) fell off his bed. When he fell, his catheter ripped out of his penis. And from the blow he expelled his bowels and hit his head. The man was a ticking time bomb, but i knew nothing. He was basically dead when he hit the floor, he just hadn’t realized it. I ran into the room and cleaned him and held him until EMT arrived. All he could do was cry and moan. He shook and looked around as if to say “why does my life end this way” his eyes said it all. I comforted him in his last moments and held him like a mom would, EMTs took him away and then he drowned in his own fluids in the hospital. RIP R. I knew you for a few hours but you taught me so much about empathy, care giving and actually caring.
No training, but clearly already a wonderfuly empathic care giver. To know how to hold someone and just give them comfort is so very valuable.
I held the hand of my best friend who had metastasized breast cancer. When I kissed her cheek goodbye she had tears in her eyes and wouldn’t let go of my hand. I said “I’ll see you tomorrow, don’t be sad!” And while still clenching my hand she said through her tears “I love you, don’t you ever forget it.” She closed her eyes right then and there and passed away after her 9 year battle with cancer.
This isn't haunting - and unfortunately I wasn't even there - but I want to mention it because it was my Grandad and I love him so much and I have never been able to tell this little story about his perfect ending.
He was in an old folks home at this point - he was nearing the end but he wasn't in a horribly bad way. He was 91 and was killing it up until 90, really.
He loved his pipe, and one day he went out to the balcony with a nurse for a pipe. He turned to the nurse and said "I'm tired", fell back into the chair (not dramatically - just kinda sat in to the chair very casually) and he died.
I miss him so much. We were very close and to this day it breaks my heart that I wasn't with him when this happened - but my God did he know how to go. It was a beautiful end to a beautiful life.
My dad came by my house and just poured the love I needed to hear my entire life. We hugged and I’ll never forget him telling me how proud he was of me. This was very out of character but it was validation for me. He died 5 days later from a massive heart attack in my arms.
When I worked at a nursing home there was a couple who was pretty poor off. The wife had dementia and ignored everyone, but read magazines all day. The husband was frequently distressed, agitated about being trapped in his wheelchair, ranting about how son’s wedding, talking about the news. The husband died first. The next time I saw the wife she spoke to me. She said that her husband is preparing their new home for her and she’s going to see him soon. She died that week.
My grandmother fell, and my grandfather couldn’t get her up again and had to get a neighbour to help. He called my mum and said that it had reached the point for both their safety that he was going to have to put her in a nursing home. She had progressing dementia but was mostly lucid. Her physical health was declining too, and they were both in their early 80s. She heard my grandfather say this and said that she wasn’t going. She was going to die in her own home. That was just after lunchtime. We were sitting having dinner at my parents’ house when my grandfather called again. She’d sat down in her recliner for a nap as she did many afternoons and when he went to check on her she’d already died. She told him she’d die in her own home, and she did exactly that only about two hours after the conversation. My grandmother was one of the most stubborn people I’ve ever known and did exactly what she said she’d do.
My uncle had recently been diagnosed with advanced cancer, and had been moved to home hospice care. His mother was 95, they lived in different countries, and she was reasonably active, but considered too frail to fly. When she was told he'd been moved to hospice she said "Parents aren't supposed to outlive their children." She died a few days later. He outlived her by a few months.
I had a patient come into the burn center after intentionally lighting themselves on fire with gasoline. The paramedics were not able to give the patient any pain medication or secure their airway because they were too burned, but unfortunately for this gentleman, he was very much still awake and alert. The fear in his eyes as we started to surgically obtain IV access was haunting. He couldn’t speak, per se, but he looked me right in my eyes and mouthed clear as day, “I made a mistake.” We then got them pain medication and sedation before he passed away about 30 mins later. That was 12 years ago and I don’t think I’ll ever forget it.
I was in the room when my grandpa died. He had been unresponsive the last few days but right before he passed, my grandma grasped his hand and said “oh what is 50 years together on earth when we will have eternity together?”, and then his eyes ever so slightly opened right to “look” at her before he passed. Truly a movie moment.
My grandmother looked at my mom and waved goodbye when she realized she wouldn’t be saved this time
“No, I’ll call her tomorrow.”
Spoken (gasped) by a VERY young first wave COVID patient when asked if he’d like the doctors to call his wife to let her know he was being intubated. 3 years on I still always wonder what I would say to my loved ones if I knew it could be the last time.
So they’re not doing well with the photos today? This story is about a young Covid patient but has a photo of a very old man at the moment?
Peds icu Hiv positive kid. Must be 3 years old. Got infection from mum. Bad shape. But was a delight to play with. He had a transformer toy. Routine rounds , we used to play with him. I broke a small part. Promised him to get a new one next day. He passed away at night. I Am haunted by that promise
My grandma died 6 months ago. She had been in good health (despite nearing 90), but in January things rapidly deteriorated after dementia set in. In March we were all called to go see her, as the doctors didn't expect her to live through the night. Everyone gathered by her bed (at this point she hadn't woken up in two days). Suddenly she opens her eyes, sits up and go "why are you all sitting here? Did you think I was going to die? Go home." She lived another three months after that.
A couple of days before my grandma passed all the women in our family were in her room with her just chatting and reminiscing. She's looking at all of us with evident love in her eyes and a sad little smile on her face. After a few minutes my mom asks her what she's thinking. We all think she's going to tell us something about loving us or not to miss her as she had repeated those words many times. She looks at each of us in the eyes, smiles a bit more, then says, "Y'all are the ugliest bunch of women without eye makeup I've ever seen!" Mamaw was an absolute hot mess! I love you and miss you dearly, Mamaw! RIP
My dad was in the hospital, dying, and before I went inside to clock in at work, I called him. We didn't have a good relationship, but I told him that I was just calling to tell him that I loved him. I was about to hang up, when he said, "Wait! Talk to me a minute." I did. He asked how I was doing, how my car was running, if my tires were aired up. He asked about his dogs at home and I reassured him that I had been taking very good care of them. He said he was feeling terrible, and I told him not to worry about getting out of the hospital, or about coming home, or getting better, because it was all about to be over, and all he needed to do now was rest. I told him I loved him. He said he loved me. He died two days later. I'll never forget him saying that, "talk to me a minute."
My dad is on his way out. I wrote him a text of all the things that stand out for me, like when I got chicken pox on my feet. He carried me up and down the stairs for a week because it hurt too much to walk.
“I didnt think this would be so scary” from a patient during the peak of covid. Working as charge with no resource, computer issues, under staffed, and every patient was an isolation room. I was unable to give his morphine in a timely manner and he had just been put on comfort care. That is why he said that, and I will never forget it. I feel so guilty.
You did everything you could under the circumstances. Please don't feel guilty.
I was visiting my grandpa and had to leave town and go back to medical school, and I told him I loved him and would see him later. He told me he loved me too, but no I wouldnt. He was right, he died a week later of pneumonia.
That's heartbreaking, but at least you got to say goodbye. He's your Guardian Angel now.. 💙
“Please help me! I don’t want to die!”
That's horrible and devastating knowing you can't do anything for them
For me, it wasn't the patient's last words, but the last words that I had with her husband which still haunt me.
She was a woman in her late 20s who had just delivered a child and she was brought into the E.R of our hospital. I was the intern there that day with a senior. She was brought with post partum haemorrhage. I was still new to the department and I didn't know her diagnosis (I was just working under the guidance of my senior). When she came in my senior told me to go with her husband to arrange blood so that the blood could be arranged swiftly and it didn't take time for us to come back with the blood.
He kept asking me, "Is she going to be alright?". And I kept saying yes.
Tbh I really thought she was going to be okay. When we came back with the blood she had flatlined. CPR was being performed.
I left her husband there. I could not face him. I wish she lived.
I kept seeing the husband's face at random places for a few months. It haunted me for a long time.
And now you know the answer is always "We'll give the best care" since you can never guarantee that everything will be OK, even in the most mundane situations.
"Don't tie that. I'm not going to make it". I was trying to check his manual BP cause automated was detecting nothing. he passed away minutes later.
I’m not a medical worker but my mom has been a hospice nurse for 35 years. When my Meemaw was dying it was real hard. My whole life every time I saw her she would have a gift for me for whatever the next gift giving occasion upcoming was, no matter how far in advance it might be purchased from the Dollar Store because she was on a fixed income. She would give me the gift and tell me to open it because and say “Well, I’m so old I’m likely to die before the holiday comes again.” This goes on my whole life until I’m 26. Then she actually gets sick in her 90s. The last time I saw her she looks terrified. The last thing she ever said was “I’m not ready. I’m terrified to die.”
My mom does this with the gifts, she's 75 now. When my brother and I were younger we made her a promise that if we ever could get her to see Mick Jagger (the man she claims is the sexiest in all the land) that she would live forever. In 1997 we were able to take her to a Rolling Stones concert. Now when she does this or says she feels bad enough to die we remind her that we held up our end of the deal so she has to hold up her end.
My “ancient but healthy” patient (her words) asked me to hug her before surgery, cause she was going to die today. I provided support and education, hugged her and sent her off for a routine short and easy procedure, with anesthesia she’s had before with no issues. She had a bad reaction and passed. So “I’m going to die today” with no indication would be my answer. That’s not the only time I heard a patient say that and be right, but it was the only unexpected one.
Just the trolls, I'm sure. They've nothing better to do.
My first day in the ICU, I was taking care of an older lady with sepsis. She was very confused and for the most part incoherent, but when I was assisting her at one point in the night she started muttering and wailing to herself. I leaned in closer to hear since I thought she was saying something to me and she just kept repeating "I'm dying, I'm going to die."
Sure enough, later that night she ended up coding and passed away. I did postmortem care that same day for her family to see her in peace.
Sepsis just about killed me in my early 30's. I can't imagine her's was a very likely to overcome it.
I had this one patient when I started my first hospital job as an RN. It was in a rural hospital and I worked night shift so generally quiet although we would get slammed some nights too.
This was one of the quiet nights and I had this patient that was an elderly guy, in his 80s or 90s. I actually don’t remember what he was sick with, probably just failure to thrive. He was bone thin, like completely emaciated due to no appetite.
The three things I remember about him was one, he was an engineer in his working life and was downright fascinated by the IV catheter I had to use to put an IV in him. They are springloaded so that once the needle is inserted and in position, you press a button and the needle retracts just leaving the plastic catheter. He asked me to show him the mechanism a few times.
The second is at one point he said he was “weak as a kitten”. I never heard anyone say that before but I just think about it and laugh. Seemed like an old timey thing to say.
Last thing he said was "Ever seen a man die?" and I said no, he said "Well, you're gonna see one tonight." I laughed at that too, even though it was very morbid. I assured him I wasn't going to see a man die that night, and I didn't. But I don't think he lasted more than a week after that.
Anytime when sick my grandpa always said he was so weak that he couldn't fight a sick kitten.
My mother’s final words as she died of lung cancer:
“I want a cigarette”
One of my mom's best friends died of lung cancer. She continued to smoke (the cancer was already too advanced when she was diagnosed). She said it had already killed her, so she might as well enjoy it.
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My father suffered catastrophic brain damage in an accident when I was 18 (23 years ago.) He was permanently disabled, bedridden, in diapers, and had to have a feeding tube, for the next 21 years. We took care of him at home. He died in 2021. I was the only family member who stayed at his side (my boyfriend stayed as well.) I held my dad’s hand as he died, at 3am. I hadn’t heard his voice in 21 years, since his accident. He didn’t get to say any last words. But I got to speak to him the last words he heard - “It’s okay, Dad. Rest. Be at peace. It’s okay. We’re here. I love you.” Over and over until I was sure he was gone. It was both traumatizing and wonderful to be able to be with him as he died. I would not give up that moment for anything. I just wish I’d gotten to have my dad in my life a little bit longer.
Thanks for sharing this. He was lucky to have such a loving daughter.
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I called my mom the night before I was going to fly out to visit. She kept repeating, "I love you." I told her, "I love you, too". The next day, I was waiting to board my fight when my brother called and told me she died (heart failure). She was not sick at the time. I am so glad that was the last thing we said to each other.
Slightly to one side of topic, but I always hug my parents when I leave them as if it's the last time. The old buggers will probably carry on for years! But you never know.
I've been reading on here for years but first time posting a comment and I wanted to after reading though this. When my mum died in 2012 I had had a strange memory suddenly come flooding back to me on the morning she passed away. It was of her sitting by my bedside in the dead of the night when I was ill as a child. She did it so often through my childhood and always sat with me. It was such an odd memory, so vivid. She died that night, unexpectedly, but with me sitting in the same chair she would use to sit with me. I remember saying to her that it was a real role reversal with me being the one sitting up. I think she appreciated that. But the most important part I want to add is that when I called both my older brothers to tell them, they hadn't seen my parents for over 20 years. No real reason, just lives growing apart. But I'll never forget the gasp one brother made as I gave him the news. He can't do anything now to relieve his guilt. Don't stay estranged from a loved one.
My SIL was physically and mentally handicapped due to a stroke she suffered when she was 5 or 6. Her entire family doted on her and she was definitely spoiled. On the other hand I wouldn't always cave to her wishes. Over the years, even when I'd provide 24 hr care during the holidays, I was certain she disliked me. This past year she became sick and was hospitalized. Fairly quickly her doctor asked her brother (DH) for a DNR. Then about a day later asked for permission to move her from lifesaving care to comfort care. We live a full day's drive away. DH wanted to see her before signing away lifesaving care. When we arrived at the hospital, I had to wait around 30 minutes to see her. When I got to the room it was clear she wasn't doing well. I whispered to her that she could let go and be at peace. A few minutes later she coded. Initially I thought she'd waited for her brother, whom she idolized. I now wonder if she waited for me as well?
The last words I said to my Dad when he had to go the hospital after the last meal our family shared together was: "Get well soon, Dad". And he said: "Thanks, Maits (nickname for me), see you soon." Three days later, my Mom told my bro and I we should come to the hospital if we wanted to talk to him one more time - he had been admissioned again after having briefly returned home in the meantime. By the time I arrived there, he couldn't speak anymore, just lay there in some sort of woke coma. My brother arrived after me, and 30 minutes later, Dad passed away. We are sure he was waiting for us all to be there, and I like to believe he heard our reassurances that we were all there and that we loved him. I really wish I had called him sometime after last verbal exchange, but it was just really sudden at the end, despite it being terminal stage colon cancer.
My mother told me that when my grandpa was dying, his last words were “ I want to go home”. He kept saying it like he was asking for permission, and when mum said that it was okay, that he could go home, he passed away right after. I had had a dream that same morning that I was with him in his hospice room and he was upset that he wouldn’t get to see me before he left (I live in a different state to the rest of my family) and so I said it’s okay, I understand. You can go and I’ll see you when I get there. And when I woke up I got the call that he had passed away that day. It makes me wish that I’d been able to tell him I loved him and that I couldn’t do that until the day of his funeral :(
I will never forget a paramedic being interviewed years ago. He was retiring after decades of service and wanted to share the one phrase that so many people shared right before they passed. "Something is wrong." Nothing outrageous, nothing mind-blowing, just a simple and direct statement that something felt "off". Oddly enough, almost one year ago (how did that happen?!), I heard my husband say something very similar after he took a bite of pizza and started to struggle to breathe. He was gone within minutes. Cherish your time with your loved ones, pandas, we never know how we'll have together.
In her last days, my Grandmother said, “Did you see that little boy?” We asked her who he was and she replied, “I don’t know, but I’m supposed to take care of him”. There were no children in the house that day, but my son had died 7 years before. She passed just a few days later.
My grandfather passed of covid in 2021, and the ones about covid in this list really hit hard. I miss him so much. He passed a couple months after I saw him last.
My grandma died during a scheduled heart surgery, to correct a valve defect. She knew she would not make it. Weeks before she made sure to visit all her children (8 adults) and gave each a portrait of herself. Her surgery was scheduled a day before my birthday. I said to her "see you in a couple of days, after your surgery we can celebrate my Bday together". She gave me sad smile as a reply. When I received the news of her passing I understood.
Not me, but my parents. When my Pop was in the hospital, they went to visit him to see how he was doing. We had visited him on my birthday, and he was perfectly fine--lucid, flirting with the nurses, all around doing well despite multiple surgeries within 8 days. When my parents visited, the doctors told them he had stage 4 cancer, and was so weak he wouldn't have survived coming home--a ten minutes drive. He was no longer coherent, snarling and snapping at my dad, but he called my mom "Peggy"--his wife who died in 2000. That was the last time they saw him, and we got the call at 3:30 that morning that he was gone.
I wish I could have talked to my mom before she died. She was in the hospital with bone cancer, originally breast cancer, and I was living with her and Daddy. I was home to take the call from the doctor that she had taken a turn for the worse after being put on a feeding tube and ventilator. I made the calls and got all of my family there. I was the first to go in her room and knew she was already gone. The machines were keeping her body going but she wasn't there. It was clear as day to me. We decided, at my prompting, that there was no point in keeping the machines going. It took 15 minutes for her heart to stop, and I know we did the right thing. She rarely talked about herself and I wish I had gotten to know her better.
Not something I witnessed, but something I heard at a memorial service. The lovely manager of my apartment complex, a woman in her late mid- to late 40's, had been hit by a drunk driver while crossing the street one evening after going to her favorite nail salon around the corner from where we were located. She was in the hospital for about three weeks before she passed. She just had too much to recover from, and her body gave up. She left behind a loving boyfriend, two kids still in high school, (a sophomore and a senior), and a 21-year-old daughter. Along with a one-year-old granddaughter she adored. Her last words were, "I'm sorry. I love you." I still get so angry and emotional remembering this. She had nothing to be sorry for!
My second husband was a multiple organ transplant recipient to include two heart transplants. He’s been sickly since surviving cancer at 3 but the final treatment actually caused him to die in the table. He was resuscitated and given 6 months to live at 3. 1st transplant at 17, second 8 years later when he went into heart failure over doctors tinkering with his anti rejection meds. A total of 32 almost 33 years after the 1st transplant, he passed away. We’d been married 7 years at that point and had been told 6 years prior he wouldn’t make it 5 years. He was a stubborn patient that always outlived expectations. The illness that took him, I was sick in bed and he was feeling under the weather so went to see his doctor without me (not how we usually rolled) and they immediately admitted him and within hours was being intubated and put on life support in a drug induced coma. He had a nasty strain of pneumonia. In July. Over the next 6 weeks he was on and off life support. 1/4
He squeezed my hands one last time and then pulled away. Doctors said let them know when, I took his hand again and said he just told us he’s ready so please turn off everything keeping him alive. Within SECONDS he was gone. Doctors told us technically it takes time for the body to use up the last of those meds and usually means at least a couple of minutes delay between being shut off and actual death. They were all in awe, crying and holding onto people around the room as he passed so quickly. These were people we both knew well from the years of hospital stays so they knew us, family and even about our pet chickens. This was in 2018 and I still miss him terribly. 4/4
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Haunting last words from medical professionals, and 90 % of the stories are about family members. Should change the title
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My father suffered catastrophic brain damage in an accident when I was 18 (23 years ago.) He was permanently disabled, bedridden, in diapers, and had to have a feeding tube, for the next 21 years. We took care of him at home. He died in 2021. I was the only family member who stayed at his side (my boyfriend stayed as well.) I held my dad’s hand as he died, at 3am. I hadn’t heard his voice in 21 years, since his accident. He didn’t get to say any last words. But I got to speak to him the last words he heard - “It’s okay, Dad. Rest. Be at peace. It’s okay. We’re here. I love you.” Over and over until I was sure he was gone. It was both traumatizing and wonderful to be able to be with him as he died. I would not give up that moment for anything. I just wish I’d gotten to have my dad in my life a little bit longer.
Thanks for sharing this. He was lucky to have such a loving daughter.
Load More Replies... I called my mom the night before I was going to fly out to visit. She kept repeating, "I love you." I told her, "I love you, too". The next day, I was waiting to board my fight when my brother called and told me she died (heart failure). She was not sick at the time. I am so glad that was the last thing we said to each other.
Slightly to one side of topic, but I always hug my parents when I leave them as if it's the last time. The old buggers will probably carry on for years! But you never know.
I've been reading on here for years but first time posting a comment and I wanted to after reading though this. When my mum died in 2012 I had had a strange memory suddenly come flooding back to me on the morning she passed away. It was of her sitting by my bedside in the dead of the night when I was ill as a child. She did it so often through my childhood and always sat with me. It was such an odd memory, so vivid. She died that night, unexpectedly, but with me sitting in the same chair she would use to sit with me. I remember saying to her that it was a real role reversal with me being the one sitting up. I think she appreciated that. But the most important part I want to add is that when I called both my older brothers to tell them, they hadn't seen my parents for over 20 years. No real reason, just lives growing apart. But I'll never forget the gasp one brother made as I gave him the news. He can't do anything now to relieve his guilt. Don't stay estranged from a loved one.
My SIL was physically and mentally handicapped due to a stroke she suffered when she was 5 or 6. Her entire family doted on her and she was definitely spoiled. On the other hand I wouldn't always cave to her wishes. Over the years, even when I'd provide 24 hr care during the holidays, I was certain she disliked me. This past year she became sick and was hospitalized. Fairly quickly her doctor asked her brother (DH) for a DNR. Then about a day later asked for permission to move her from lifesaving care to comfort care. We live a full day's drive away. DH wanted to see her before signing away lifesaving care. When we arrived at the hospital, I had to wait around 30 minutes to see her. When I got to the room it was clear she wasn't doing well. I whispered to her that she could let go and be at peace. A few minutes later she coded. Initially I thought she'd waited for her brother, whom she idolized. I now wonder if she waited for me as well?
The last words I said to my Dad when he had to go the hospital after the last meal our family shared together was: "Get well soon, Dad". And he said: "Thanks, Maits (nickname for me), see you soon." Three days later, my Mom told my bro and I we should come to the hospital if we wanted to talk to him one more time - he had been admissioned again after having briefly returned home in the meantime. By the time I arrived there, he couldn't speak anymore, just lay there in some sort of woke coma. My brother arrived after me, and 30 minutes later, Dad passed away. We are sure he was waiting for us all to be there, and I like to believe he heard our reassurances that we were all there and that we loved him. I really wish I had called him sometime after last verbal exchange, but it was just really sudden at the end, despite it being terminal stage colon cancer.
My mother told me that when my grandpa was dying, his last words were “ I want to go home”. He kept saying it like he was asking for permission, and when mum said that it was okay, that he could go home, he passed away right after. I had had a dream that same morning that I was with him in his hospice room and he was upset that he wouldn’t get to see me before he left (I live in a different state to the rest of my family) and so I said it’s okay, I understand. You can go and I’ll see you when I get there. And when I woke up I got the call that he had passed away that day. It makes me wish that I’d been able to tell him I loved him and that I couldn’t do that until the day of his funeral :(
I will never forget a paramedic being interviewed years ago. He was retiring after decades of service and wanted to share the one phrase that so many people shared right before they passed. "Something is wrong." Nothing outrageous, nothing mind-blowing, just a simple and direct statement that something felt "off". Oddly enough, almost one year ago (how did that happen?!), I heard my husband say something very similar after he took a bite of pizza and started to struggle to breathe. He was gone within minutes. Cherish your time with your loved ones, pandas, we never know how we'll have together.
In her last days, my Grandmother said, “Did you see that little boy?” We asked her who he was and she replied, “I don’t know, but I’m supposed to take care of him”. There were no children in the house that day, but my son had died 7 years before. She passed just a few days later.
My grandfather passed of covid in 2021, and the ones about covid in this list really hit hard. I miss him so much. He passed a couple months after I saw him last.
My grandma died during a scheduled heart surgery, to correct a valve defect. She knew she would not make it. Weeks before she made sure to visit all her children (8 adults) and gave each a portrait of herself. Her surgery was scheduled a day before my birthday. I said to her "see you in a couple of days, after your surgery we can celebrate my Bday together". She gave me sad smile as a reply. When I received the news of her passing I understood.
Not me, but my parents. When my Pop was in the hospital, they went to visit him to see how he was doing. We had visited him on my birthday, and he was perfectly fine--lucid, flirting with the nurses, all around doing well despite multiple surgeries within 8 days. When my parents visited, the doctors told them he had stage 4 cancer, and was so weak he wouldn't have survived coming home--a ten minutes drive. He was no longer coherent, snarling and snapping at my dad, but he called my mom "Peggy"--his wife who died in 2000. That was the last time they saw him, and we got the call at 3:30 that morning that he was gone.
I wish I could have talked to my mom before she died. She was in the hospital with bone cancer, originally breast cancer, and I was living with her and Daddy. I was home to take the call from the doctor that she had taken a turn for the worse after being put on a feeding tube and ventilator. I made the calls and got all of my family there. I was the first to go in her room and knew she was already gone. The machines were keeping her body going but she wasn't there. It was clear as day to me. We decided, at my prompting, that there was no point in keeping the machines going. It took 15 minutes for her heart to stop, and I know we did the right thing. She rarely talked about herself and I wish I had gotten to know her better.
Not something I witnessed, but something I heard at a memorial service. The lovely manager of my apartment complex, a woman in her late mid- to late 40's, had been hit by a drunk driver while crossing the street one evening after going to her favorite nail salon around the corner from where we were located. She was in the hospital for about three weeks before she passed. She just had too much to recover from, and her body gave up. She left behind a loving boyfriend, two kids still in high school, (a sophomore and a senior), and a 21-year-old daughter. Along with a one-year-old granddaughter she adored. Her last words were, "I'm sorry. I love you." I still get so angry and emotional remembering this. She had nothing to be sorry for!
My second husband was a multiple organ transplant recipient to include two heart transplants. He’s been sickly since surviving cancer at 3 but the final treatment actually caused him to die in the table. He was resuscitated and given 6 months to live at 3. 1st transplant at 17, second 8 years later when he went into heart failure over doctors tinkering with his anti rejection meds. A total of 32 almost 33 years after the 1st transplant, he passed away. We’d been married 7 years at that point and had been told 6 years prior he wouldn’t make it 5 years. He was a stubborn patient that always outlived expectations. The illness that took him, I was sick in bed and he was feeling under the weather so went to see his doctor without me (not how we usually rolled) and they immediately admitted him and within hours was being intubated and put on life support in a drug induced coma. He had a nasty strain of pneumonia. In July. Over the next 6 weeks he was on and off life support. 1/4
He squeezed my hands one last time and then pulled away. Doctors said let them know when, I took his hand again and said he just told us he’s ready so please turn off everything keeping him alive. Within SECONDS he was gone. Doctors told us technically it takes time for the body to use up the last of those meds and usually means at least a couple of minutes delay between being shut off and actual death. They were all in awe, crying and holding onto people around the room as he passed so quickly. These were people we both knew well from the years of hospital stays so they knew us, family and even about our pet chickens. This was in 2018 and I still miss him terribly. 4/4
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