Not my last 24 hours: Amanda's.
Tuesday night, before Alastair went to bed, we had our last Skype call. Alastair and Amanda had a great time praying, and I went and fetched the kitties for Amanda to see.
A couple hours later (probably around 11:15 EDT), she called me, and we talked for about 15 minutes. The conversation was lighthearted, upbeat, and fairly mundane: she wanted me to return to Texas on Friday, we chatted about BSG (she had The Cable at MDAnderson and got to see the finale), and she told me she was feeling pretty well.
At some point in the night, she started experiencing dizziness and apparently vomited. By the time her dad got there in the morning, she was sitting in the bathroom with her head in her hands and very out of sorts. The staff helped her back to bed, where she sounded very groggy and couldn't get comfortable.
She raised her hand, and her father took it. They held hands for several minutes while she faded away.
A medical team rushed in and could not bring her around. They rushed her to the ICU where she was intubated, and had Ed notify me and Leigh to get on a plane.
A CAT scan was performed at some point and revealed she had bleeding on her brain. Her platelet counts had gotten so low that her blood vessels simply failed, and the bleeding put pressure near her brain stem, cutting off vital functions.
We arrived in Texas 5 hours later, and after almost 90 minutes of waiting were taken to her.
Her body was still functioning, but Amanda had long since left. It took over an hour to get the doctors to sign orders to remove life support, and once they did, she died almost instantly (10:15p).
Her parents and I were by her side.
Manda's not sick any more.
For those who are curious, I will leave her blog up. I might disable further comments, but I imagine I'll ultimately merge her posts and mine, cut it to PDF, and make it available to anyone who really wants to revel in all that pain.