Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures

In my whole life I have experienced very difficult experiences but never as difficult as when my grandmother had received emergency open heart surgery. She had been in the hospital for a couple weeks because she had woke up one night and simply could not breathe. While being in the hospital the doctors ran a series of tests and came to the conclusion she needed emergency open heart but because of other complications that had been coming up she had to wait a week before needing that surgery. While in the process of waiting for her surgery she almost died three different times. All three times she had suddenly got a weird feeling and then within seconds could not breathe. One of those times I was the only one there with her. We had been in her room and I was trying to get her to finally eat something because she had been refusing to eat for while. All the sudden she got this strange look on her face and told me to please go get her nurse. i immediately ran to get her nurse and within minutes she was being rushed up to the ICU floor and could not breathe. It was the hardest thing I ever experienced in my whole life, i never thought I would see something happen in a matter of minutes and have it affect me for the rest of my life. She was deperately trying to regain her breathe while using a machine but it was not working for her at all. She had been too worked up and what was making it worse was me being there. I was crying and so terrified I could not help but to freak out, but I did not realize the negetive impact it had on her. She was so focused on me being scared that she could not calm herself down to be able to let the machine do it's job. I finally decided that it was probably in the best interest for me to leave the room. That for me was so hard because I did not want to leave her side I was terrified it might of been the last time I saw her alive. But I knew if I wanted anything to get better it was best if I was not there in front of her crying and freaking out the way I was. So I left the room and went to go sit in a private conference room down the hall. This for me had been a very desperate situation, and I had to make a desperate decision to leave her side. When she finally calmed down and was able to breathe again I then realized no matter how hard that was for me to leave her, it was definitely worth it.