Randy's Passing

Randy went into the hospital on Tuesday evening September 1st. He was complaining about pain after his chemo treatment that afternoon. They admitted him and began to give him pain meds and to run tests to see what was going on. Wednesday we got a text that he had been crashed carted and that he was in CCU. The hospital staff was unable to get his hear rate and blood pressure to normal rates. His heart rate was at around 140 beats per minute and his blood pressure was extremely low. On Thursday I had a staff meeting most of the morning, so I didn't find out until later in the morning what exactly was going on. Steven's Mom had received a phone call from the hospital that Randy had taken a turn for the worse and that they were bringing in the Chaplains. That was about an hour before I got out of my meeting. Once I got the email I immediately tried to get a hold of Steven to let him know that we could leave and head up to the hospital if needed. Right after I emailed him we got another text that things were going down hill fast, so we left work immediately and went to the hospital to be with the family. Around 12:15 everyone had left Randy's room other than Nanny, Kim and myself. About that time a nurse came in a informed Nanny that if there was any family in the building that we needed to get them to the room quickly because Randy was fading fast and he didn't have much longer. His heart rate had dropped so fast in such a short amount of time they knew it was going to be very long. That's when I noticed his heart rate had dropped to 57 beats/minute. Over the next ten minutes it dropped to zero and he passed away. There aren't words to express all the emotions that go with witnessing someone die. When the monitor hit zero I said "oh God" and everyone else began crying. I'm not sure that I want to ever experience that again, it's too much emotion for me to process. I can handle the phone call after the fact, but not to be in the room when it happens.