The Day Mom Nearly Died
It was early Saturday morning. I was awakened from my slumber by my brother making irritating noises. I sauntered into the dark kitchen and turned on the light. Still half asleep, I poured myself some cereal. I gazed into the bowl for what seemed like forever. I probably could have fallen asleep if not for my brother.
“Beth, you need to look at Mom now!”
“I don't want to get up. Look at her yourself.”
“No, seriously, get up,” Rob said.
I walked like a zombie into the living room where my mom was sleeping.
“You seriously got me up to watch Mom sleep?” I complained.
That's when I heard it. She was snoring, but it wasn't normal snoring. It was a kind of snoring that made me feel uneasy. I'm not a doctor, so I didn't know what to think. I stood over her for a few minutes just listening. I wasn't too scared at this point because she always snored.
Then, all of a sudden, it wasn't just snoring. With every exhale, my mom's body was jolting around. She was having a seizure.
“Call 911!” Rob yelled.
I didn't call. I sat on the floor next to her and watched it happen. I didn't want to believe this was happening, so I told myself my mom was just sleeping. All of my siblings, except Rob, were still asleep, and my dad had already left for work. I was in this all by myself.
I looked at my mom again. Her lips had changed color from their normally pink to bluish purple, making them look bruised. That was when I knew I had to act. With my hands shaking, I dialed 911.
“Has your mom had a past with drug abuse?” the dispatcher asked.
With a lump in my throat, I replied, “Yes, she has.”
“Do you know CPR?”
We were taught it every year in health class, but I never thought I would have to use it, so I'd never paid attention. “No, I don't,” I said with regret.
Finally I put it all together. My mom had overdosed on drugs again, making this the third time. She was addicted to narcotics, and had been for much...