I had been a tough start to 2013. My brother has a heart condition and a gastro bug took out his heart. He was choppered by the emergency helicopter to Waikato Hospital, before being flown to Auckland Hospital. It was a close to 99% he wouldn't survive. The surgeon outlined the options to us. An emergency surgery in the morning, which has a near 100% chance of killing him, or we wait until he passes. We pressed forth with the operation, hoping for a miracle. Our family drove up to Auckland in the middle of the night from Ohakune, Gisborne, New Plymouth, Tauranga. Some forked out nearly a $1000 to fly up to be with us. It was a long day, with little news. Lets say, the muffin break cafe in the hospital did a roaring trade from us lot. We got a phone call at 3pm, to say he was barely hanging on, he was on bypass again and they were concerned. Still we waited. Lack of sleep overtook many of our family, sleeping as they were in the hospitals transit lounge. We got another phone call at 6pm to say he had been taking off bypass due to him
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Seat 1D, Bombardier Q300 Aircraftimproving, but he rapidly declined and was put back on bypass. 4 times this happened. By 11pm, they were still in surgery. 15 hours in surgery at that stage. Finally at one o'clock in the morning, he was delivered in a critical and barely alive state to the Intensive Care Unit. Later that morning, we went in to see him. What a mess, tubes, piped blood everywhere. He was in an induced coma, his breathing barely visible or audible. When he was given the all clear, i decided to head back to Tauranga. I had work and commitments. My Mum and Dad remained in Auckland. Home by myself, i closed the curtains and slept like the dead. A few days later at work, i came down with a migraine. I went to the doctors where they gave me some pills. They didn't work.
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