Sometimes bad things happen...and I hate it.
In a hospital, in another city, my younger sister lies in an Alpha coma...a vegetative state...unresponsive since Wednesday when she choked on her lunch and subsequently went into cardiac arrest while being transported to the ER.
She had suffered for years with diabetes and neuropothy...but she struggled on.
She had had at least three strokes over the years...but she struggled on.
Bedridden and receiving physical therapy several times a week...she struggled on.
And now this bad thing happened. And I hate it.
They will decide soon when to remove the ventilator which is helping with her shallow breathing.
I hope she stops struggling then.
But I hate it.
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and I know your pain. My younger brother died in Vietnam....
So sorry.
I'll keep your sister in my thoughts and prayers.
I know how you feel watching your sister suffer daily, as I did with my sister. And when the time came for her to pass, I was thankful she was out of her misery. But I hated it.
I lost a sib too. I hated it too.
to you
You help make the long dark nights seem somewhat less scary. When I lost my parents more than 35 years ago it seemed more understandable...but to lose my younger sister is a cross I can hardly bear. She had just had her first grandchild last year and she deserved more time with that precious little girl.
Thank you for all your positive energy and caring thoughts.
So, so sorry.
Wishing peace and comfort to you and your family.
My heart goes out to you, FLyellowdog.
There are three of us...three girls...the eldest was the smartest and loved the best because she was the first. I was the middle child who found herself playing the role of 'the fixer'...the arbitrator...the pleaser who was loved best because I could be depended on to get things done. The youngest was the cutest and funniest who was loved best because she could make everyone laugh.
We never outgrew our pecking order and the competition has been brutal. Except for now...now none of that seems so important anymore.
I hope tomorrow brings the light that will lead my dear sister to her final destination. She's ready and not afraid. Peace.
If it helps any, at least it sounds like she's not in any pain right now. And, here's a virtual hug for ya.
This last part of her journey is harder on you, and her family, than it is on her, but it's still not fair... it is so sad. I am so sorry.
This is your time of grief. Do whatever feels right. And know that those of us who have traveled this road before offer you gentleness and care during this awful, awful time. 
...wishing both your sister and you peace.
Hugs to you and your family.
