I have never been so scared as I was in February when we were told that my 29 year old daughter had to have heart surgery. It was a reaction from taking Imitrex that caused her arteries to swell, my heart just want to have her pain so that she could go home to her children, that loved her so much. I looked at how hard it was just for her too breathe and thought, this is not happening. What did she do to have to go thur all of this, so young. The days that led up to her surgery I wanted it to be special if she wanted something I got it. When I would go home I would have terrifying dreams that the doctor would call saying she's gone. But I would say a prayer and call the name Jesus and he would rescue her. The morning of the surgery I just could not relax, we said goodbye to her when they said this is as far as you can go. Oh my God just the thought of someone opening her little chest was just terrifying. It took less time than they said, I think 5 hours, not sure. The hospital waiting room volunteer was so nice and tried to assure us that she would be okay because she is so young. She said she had the surgery also and it wasn't a big deal. But it was. We were told we could see her after surgery and how she would look, bloated with a lot of tubes coming out of her and that she may not look like herself. Nothing can prepare you for that recovery room. She looked so helpless, tubes everywhere you could here every breath she took, she was cold it is the most horrible thing I have ever seen, bags hanging from her bed and several Iv's coming out of her little arms. They had so much medication going in her. She would recover as scheduled but she had some really bad day mares, not night mares. I took as much time as I could off of work and everything else in my life came to a halt nothing else mattered, just her getting well. She would eventually come to stay with us to recover. Those were some of the best weeks I had ever spent with her as we have not always been close. I learned some things that I didn't know about her, what TV shows she liked what kinda of food she liked to eat because she knew all the places that had take out. She liked to shop. I also learned that she is a much better mother than I could EVER be. I saw how much her children loved her and when she looked at them all I could see was unconditional love. She had to go back to the hospital, for a few day , she hated that. She did return to her family a few weeks later and the day she left I went and sat on her bed and cried because she had to go to her family. She has had some problems with her heart it beats to fast and because she has low blood pressure it is hard for them to treat her. They put her on a heart monitor and they are working from there. After fighting for her life she has had to fight for her house. All of a sudden the electric was turned off because of a 9,000 bill and our wonderful government housing decided to throw her and her children out of the house. She did not want to stay with me because she is a very proud young women. They did eventually let her come back, and we tried to talk to ComEd to resolve the issue and tell them that this is not her bill but they will not listen. They are very rude! An agency offered 1200 to them and they flat out refused!. We have started a fund raiser. Some of you may ask why doesn't Maylay help her, because as good as our music is, no one wants to buy it that much they say it's good but they don't buy. And that hurts me, because I can't help her like I would like too, and it sucks. It's a battle out their dealing with people who just don't care, everywhere you turn their is just lack of concern on ComEd's part I have never ever, dealt with such an unreasonable company in my life. They denied her doctors letters for two of her children who have asthma, they lied and said they had never received paper work and they tell you that a supervisor will call you back and tell you to stop calling so much. What a company I wish we had another company for electric! We will continue to fight!! Things will get better for her and us.