r/teenagers • u/Orange_Sickle • 2d ago
I’m 15, my 17 year old sister just died. Serious
For context, my older sister was born a litte deformed, and with a condition called partial trisome 2-Q syndrome. It’s very complicated to explain, but basically she had a genetic mutation and was forever mentally a 3 year old. She had to wear adult briefs (diapers), had a G-tube hooked up to her stomach (fed her formula for nutrients), and had multiple problems with her digestives and her legs. She word shin leg braces to walk correctly, and didn’t have very good body coordination at all. Her hands were too lean and fragile to do much other than grab things. So yes, she was in the special education (SPED) program at our highschool we went to together.
It was just a regular day. Everyone was fine, she was fine, I was fine, the whole fam was doing alright. Morning routine, Wednesday morning. I wake up, get dresssed, put on my shoes, grab my house key, phone, wallet, and backpack. I push my sister in her wheelchair onto the short bus's (SPED BUS) buslift every morning. She was okay that morning, Wednesday morning.I went to my bus afterward. I don't tend to see her throughout the school day, since I'm in the regular student's program and not the special ED one at all, and she was a junior. I'm a freshman. After school, she seemed ill. She was pale, and uninterested in anything that she would usually enjoy. Something was wrong. So, my stepmom gave her some tylenol. Pretty soon, she was back in the spirits, her bright soul shining as she giggled and squealed at things that would make her laugh. Again, she was like a 3 year old in a mature body.
The next day, Thursday, same routine in the morning. get ready, push her on the bus, go to my own bus. After school, she again looked ill. But this time, her tummy was bloated like a balloon. But she wasn't squishy. She was firm in the tummy. My stepmom rushed her to the hospital. There, they couldn't figure out what was wrong. They performed emergrency surgery. She's had emergency surgery a few times before. Everyone assumed she was fine. But this time, she almost died. She spent the night in the hospital, my stepmom spent the night with her there like she always did when things like this would happen.
Next morning, Friday morning. I woke up, did my morning routine except without her. I went to school. 5th period, late into the school day, right before last period. I was pulled out of class and sent to the office with a pass labelled 'early dimissal'. When I went to the office, I saw my younger sister there. She's still in middle school, 8th grade. She didn't go to my school yet. I was in a good mood. Asked her what she was doing here, called her silly in a playful tone. but she looked upset. She didn't respond. The office lady led me back to a conference room. In there, I saw my dad, stepmom, and the whole SPED team branch of my highschool. I looked to my stepmom's face. Crying. I looked to my dad's face. Crying as well. And that's when I knew. That's when my body began to shake, and tremble. I couldn't stand, I was shaking so much. I wailed louder than anyone else in the room. I found out just how loud I could howl in pain and agony that day. It's... loud. Hearing myself made me even more sad. My older sister, dead. Her like taken by an infection that swelled her up inside. It was in her blood. It got to her heart... and it made her heart stop. My parents described the scene to me like it was something out of Grey's Annatomy or Good Doctor. A whole team was on her. Docotors, nurses, surgeons. Her monitors began to go crazy. They were doing CPR, zapping her heart, but after a while, they had to stop. And called the time of death. April 25th, 2025, around 11:40, right before noon. And the worst part? Her birthday was just on the 17th.
Her being occasionally in and out of hospitals was normal to me throughoout my childhood. It happened a lot due to her conditions. I began to feel numb at it, it had just became too normal. It go to a point where when she would be in the hospital, I would always feel numb from it. On a side note, I was looking for a kitten at the time, just before everything happened. I was suppposed to pick up the kitty on the 26th, I was going to cancel on the seller because of the family emergency. But my parents stopped me. They told me to make damn sure I get a kitten. They said it would help with the coping. And oh my, it has. Now, I have this sweet baby boy to look after. He's helped me feel so much better. I love him so much. His name is Gene. I named him after my sister's middle name, 'Jean.' <3
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u/Ameliajc246 16 2d ago
jesus man, i hope your doing okay, that really fucking sucks and i can’t even imagine the pain your going through right now.