Me and My journey post 4

August 3 of 2006 was what started out to be a good day. My daughter and her boyfriend was going to be here for dinner. My husband said he felt very cold. I got him a blanket and he said it felt ok. When our daughter got there, we sit and talked while dinner finished cooking. My husband said his feet were cold nad numb, I started rubbing his toes and feet, the skin started falling off. We called 911 and went to the ER, upon my arrival nI found his feet to be bleeding and his toenails falling off. One hour later his toes had turned black , to the point they no longer looked like toes. He was loosing feeling up his leg also. He again was admitted to the hospital and on August 7th they told me they had to amputate his right leg to the knee. The next day was surgery, that night he had heart failure and was taken uopstairs to ICU. The surgery would wait 2 more days until he was stable. On august 9th he went into surgery, when the doctor came to talk to me he said his body was so full of infection and they had to take his leg up to the thigh. He was so weak from the surgery and the infection, the doctor told me when he comes to grips with loosing the leg they will need to take the other one, due to infection. He wanted to just come home he hated the hospital. The doctor wanted him to stay longer but he let him come home. He was so helpless, so weak it tore me up to see him this way. He could not even lay down on the bed he had to sit up and lean on something to sleep, this infection was making it so hard for him to breath. August 18th my birthday we had a good dinner and talked way into the night. I could see each day he was getting weaker.Then on August 22nd we was talking he turned to me and said please help me, he fell back onto the bed. I thought he just needed to be moved up more on the bed. I called for my daughter who was upstairs to help me, we soon discovered he was turning blue, he was not breathing..I started CPR called 911 and began to scream for help. There was nothing anyone could do he was gone. I went into shock, I didnt know anything for so long. His birthday was August 26th and we had his viewing on August 25th. My saddnes and lonelyness turned into major depression along with Post Tramatic Stress Disorder