On June 17th, my brother was found unresponsive in a hotel room, having overdosed after being sober for 10 months. His drug of choice was alcohol but he ended up relapsing..this time turning to hard drugs trying to avoid alcohol and us knowing, and he laid for hours in that room alone with not enough oxygen. He suffered anoxic brain damage. He had a heart attack, stroke and kidney failure. He’s recovered from the kidney failure, not on dialysis anymore but he has not regained consciousness. His eyes open but no meaningful response although he does look at me. He will not squeeze my hand or respond to any other commands. I play music, talk to him, and sometimes..more times lately, I cry and beg him to wake up and still he lies in ICU unresponsive. He had a tracheotomy done. He’s not on any life support except the feeding tube in his stomach. I can’t believe God would let him survive everything he’s endured to end up in a vegetative for the rest of his life. I’m wondering if we did the right thing insisting the keep him alive early on, we thought he just needed time. I’m still praying for a miracle but I’m losing faith, and losing my mind. I’m in a dark dark place mentally. My brother and I were/are very close. Seeing him like this is killing me. It really feels like my life force is draining away. I think I’m ready to have a total breakdown. I can’t believe this has happened. My brother, who I love so much, who I have helped into detox/rehab with alcohol problem only for this to happen a year later. I torment myself..why didn’t I see it? Looking back there were signs something was “off” but I was too consumed..with horrible crap going on in my life to see it. And why he didn’t come to me like he did every other time in his life..why he decided to hide it now. I’d rather be dead myself then have to be tortured with this. I have three young kids and I’m trying to hold it together for them but I’m slipping..I’m losing it. I love my brother so much and this is killing me. I can’t handle it. My brother and I have both walked hard roads in life and it seems cruel for fate to be this way. And I don’t think I’ll survive this myself. After ICU he’ll go to some institution and be cared for by them. This hell will drag on forever. And I’m thinking if this is how he is to live..it’s no life! It’s too much! Please help me.
Anyone else have a loved one in a coma or vegetative state that it ended well? I need hope in this blackness.