I feel like I am disabled. I went on FMLA from the VA on Feb 13,2011. She died in our home on April 13, 2011. We buried my dear mum on my birthday on April 16, my birthday. During those 60 days, she was not herself. She could get mean to me. I am a nurse, so I intellectually could understand. It was all those stupid percocet, didauded, which made her nuts, so I D/C’d that. She would not eat unless almost forced,and she would take a bite or two. She and I were particularly close, we shopped together, talked about everyone and everything under the sun. I told her about a good Dr. for stomach problems, she knew, even underlined it in her phone book. She never call him. She straight up never told anyone how bad her stomach was, I knew offered her the best stomach guys around, Narla, Alvi, she never called she stay with her “group” which were cardiologists. These bone heads never even suggested an EGD. I do not have a clue what they were thinking. They had her in house in September, they said it was her appendix, my Dad who is 90 made me write a letter asking for more and more tests because he didn’t think she could survive a surgical procedure. There is when my emotion came in and to please my Dad I wrote a note to DR. Tauburgh, asking for a less invasive procedure, I bet we could have caught it then before it grew and burst thru, she lasted 2 months asleep most of the time and talking crazy calling out for people who have been gone from her life for as long as I can remember. I am 46. I have such guilt and pain, I can barely get out of bed and it is a week and a day. Maybe I should quit nursing and sell shoes or something. I am so sorrowful I cannot begin to tell you. From going from a cardic floor, to complete patient care, including PT, OT, and she never made it. She had two doses of chemo, couldn’t do the third. We were all there. She lasted less than a week. I am so distressed, depressed, hardly able to get out of bed, and I have my 90 year old Dad who I am trying, so help me Lord, to help. They were married 55 year. I am so full of grief, I have to go to work on Monday. I don’t want to go. I don’t miss them, I could care less right now, I am so very sad. So is my rock, my Dad..