I can't really have sympathy for people who have family members entered into the hospital for non-fatal illnesses and then are released. I should understand the worry that comes from something non-fatal, and the worry that it may lead to larger issues, but I can't sympathize.
Because nothing will ever be as terrible as going to the hospital with your mom who had dinner with you earlier that evening, and then have her pass away 4 days later.
It's almost been 5 months. I'll never get over it.
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