We were supposed to have a nurse come in to visit my father for the first time on a Saturday. I woke up about an hour before the appointment and went into the bedroom to discover that my father had soiled the linens so I tried to get him into the shower, but he was unconscious and I'm not strong enough to support his entire weight.
When the nurse arrived I was in a panic and my father's heartbeat was 2 beats per minute. I had to make a split second decision as to whether to revive him in front of a person that I never met, so what was I supposed to do? My father was 85 years old and had Parkinson's disease, but I could only imagine the repercussions if I let him pass away peacefully. We called the ambulance and I went with my father to the hospital. He lived for about a month after that incident.
After I called the ambulance I then contacted my three sisters and my brother. I got chewed out by one of my sisters and my brother for having him revived, while another sister didn't take it out on me but also thought that I shouldn't have intervened. Damned if I do and damned if don't--that left some lingering frustration between me and the rest of my family.
The worst part is that I was also the only person around when my mother collapsed on the floor a couple of months before she passed away in 2000. None of my other siblings had to deal with emergency situations with the parents so they really don't understand how I felt in those situations or having to deal with their bullshit second-guessing what I done in my father's situation.