What's the hardest experience you ever had to go through?
by 
-Freedom Issues- Minnesota nice
ANSWERS: 15
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Holding my oldest sons hand for 6 weeks in I.C.U. after a bad car wreck,not knowing if he would live.
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Watching my mother die a long a horrible death over a period of several days due to a twisted intestine. Her body literally poisoned itself.
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dealing with the death of my one of my closest friends
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Holding my dads hand whilst he died, telling him to go to sleep
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death of loved ones, heart break
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I would say death, but I don't believe death is the worse thing anyone can have happen. I think life has been the toughest thing I've had to deal with. It has it's ups and downs, but if I had my rathers I would have liked to have put it off for a few more million or so years, but...that option wasn't part of the package deal when my parents signed me up without my consent. Instead I deal with whatever life throws my way and do what I can to make the best of it. I'm just waiting to get old. It's get old or die I say. I'm no longer in a big hurry though, but life is hard and gettin old ain't for sissies. ;)
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I am still going thru it ... chronic pain from 2 lumbar spinal fusion surgeries, that were only partially successful. It's a constant battle, 24-7, 365 days a year.
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Years of addiction and a year in the joint. I'm more so ashamed of what it put my family through.
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I would have to say the Murder of my mother by my sister ... followed by the passing of my lifelong friend .
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Being sexually assaulted...I thought I was going to be killed...it took me years before I could be around any man alone without fear....and still I have times when my hair raises on the back of my neck....I took self defense classes and because of that I was able to find strength....
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Having the one I love die in my arms after 20 years!
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Finding out that my 5 year old son (at the time) had been physically and sexually abused by someone as young as 12. This was family who did this. Every parent's worst nightmare.
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When my dad died in 1960. He was only 53. He worked the night shift and usually took an afternoon nap before he left for work. He never woke up from his nap. He looked so peaceful..there was a slight smile on his face. But I was devastated. I couldn't stop crying and I'm ashamed to say that for months I was angry at everyone who still had their dads...how ridiculous and embarrassing, but that's what I felt. :)
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My childhood. It was even harder than the 33 brain surgeries, and cancer.
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Burying my 13 year old son.
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