Why I took out my own life after a life-threatening illness
Posted August 29, 2018 11:00:13The last few weeks have been tough.
On August 23, 2018, my daughter, Lila, died of COVID-19.
She had been in the hospital for two weeks and was expected to die.
I lost my job and her home, and my house and belongings.
My son, Michael, was also hurt, but he had been released from the hospital in time to catch the train to Seattle and spend the night.
I had a hard time accepting what had happened.
I didn’t want to be a burden to my daughter’s family, who were struggling to cope with a life without me.
I wasn’t ready to give up.
I was desperate to know what was going to happen next.
After several months of trying to figure out what to do, I called a family friend to ask her what she thought about my decision.
I also asked a nurse friend if she thought it would be possible for my daughter to survive.
I went to my husband, who is a nurse, and we started planning for her to be treated at a hospital in California.
I told him I wanted her to stay in the United States, to stay with her family, and to go back to school.
He told me that it was possible, but I was worried about Lila.
She was so young and had not had a serious illness, and it seemed like a long time before she would be able to recover.
I wanted to be sure that she would survive.
What I didn`t want was for her family to have to leave the United Kingdom, where they would probably be in a lot of trouble.
I still don`t know how long it would have taken her to recover in the U.K. and then come home to the United