I'm not sure if I should put the effort in to writing a book like this, as I know it will be very difficult emotionally to re-live all of this.

I had a horrific year. It all started with my mother going in for a kidney transplant. They failed, she coded and laid in a hospital bed basically in a coma for 3 months. My gramps has altihimerz and this sent his condition off the deep end and he had to go into assisted care following a battle. After he moved out and my mother still laid in the hospital, I had to do a complete renovation on his old condo (it was old and not cared for despite our effots) to move into so I could be closer to my dad (the same town). The doctors during all this time coudln't figure out why my mom got to that state in the first place. During all of this my father had broken his 28 years of sobriety and gotten back into pills.

3 and a half months go by and we make the hard decision to stop treatment for my mother as she'd been laying there suffering and deteriorating before our eyes with no hope of improvement, suffering through multiple surigies and infections. I thought we'd at least get something for these doctors murdering my mother and torturing her, and us with their lack of communication and competence, but no lawyer would touch it.

My mother's funeral comes and I'm beside myself. Of course my aunt tries to make the day about her because "she lost my dad's phone number" during the time my mom was in the hospital. My gramps alithmierz was acting up and he said "If I known this was what today would be, I'd of stayed home" so multiple further blows to my sanity before I can bury my mother.

Then about 2 weeks go by, and I get a call from my father that he's in the back of an ambulance because he'd tried to commit suicide (he has major depressive problems and thad tried this in the past years ago) He ends up in the psych ward for almost 2 months before getting out and having to go back because the new cocktail of meds wasn't working. Thankfully this time it was on his own will to go back, and not because he OD'd.

I had to sell their home, the condo my gramps had to buy a home with an in-law to move him inn with me, as he was too depressed living alone in their old home.

I've tried to reach out to dozens of lawyers to sue Tufts's boston for killing my mother, not having a good standard of care, among a multitude of other things to no avail, no lawyer will touch it.

I'm debating if I should write this story to get this into the world. Even writing this post I'm an emotional mess. I like to write, I want people to know what they did to my mother. I don't want her suffering and my family's turmoil to be completely for nothing. But at the same time, do I really want to spend a year re-living this hell to MAYBE sell 10 copies? To MAYBE get the "dream" of having this pick up steam, become a good seller, become a movie, etc. Would I really want to profit of of this and live through all of that?

EDIT: I honestly don't care if it becomes big, or if nobody ever reads it. That's not the point of this. It was just something that randomly popped in my head while I was writing this.