Hi
I'm new on here and the heading says it all. I've recently lost my first born son. He was 35, had cerebral palsy, learning difficulties and most importantly he was my world. Everyone said what a smashing young man he was, always polite and always had a smile on his face.
I'm finding it so hard to get past the anger of him being dreadfully let done by our local A&E department who just kept sending us home the week before his death with constipation medication. The last words spoken to me by one of the nurses "there is nothing further we can do for your son here in A&E, contact your Dr if you have further concerns". 4 days later and he is dead.
35 years I looked after him day and night, if I went somewhere so did Darren and now I'm just lost and empty.