I lost my son 4/9/10 suddenly to septic bowel. He had suffered chemically inbalance depression for many years and was just tired of living. One hour after arriving at the hospital emergency room the doctor told us he would not live more than a few hours. That there was nothing to be done. My son being retired from the medical field knew what was happening and requested no C.P.R. or any form of life support. The doctor asked me if I would go along with this and I had to honor my son's wishes. The staff kept him from suffering as much as possible. The family was able to stay with him till the end which came after six hours. He took three light breaths and was gone to be with God. I know he is no longer suffering but I miss him so very much.I cry for days at a time and feel so alone. He had lived with me for 28 years and did so many things for me. I am so glad to find you all.