Only now did I just remember a ham that was a part of my life for a while.
Back when I was a fetus, and didn't know any better, I was in Girl Scouts. I was tempted with the thought of raising money to travel, and learning new things while making new friends (ha.)
We did none of that, as you see, my troop leader was the definition of a butter golem. She was bound to a mobility scooter, and verified by the state as "disabled" (where I live, you can stub your toe and they give you disability benefits). Our "trips" consisted of sitting inside, eating sweets, and watching movies. We learned stationary activities, such as sewing, and other girly junk that I can't remember.
What I do remember though, was that she was sick the entire time I knew her. Her hair was falling out, she had dark circles under her eyes, she was always tired, her skin was an odd, pale yellowish color, and she relied on her husband to take care of her. She was 40 something too, and I was told that she was diabetic.
I quit Girl Scouts, thank Jeebus, and lived my life. Over time, I watched her health slowly decline. She never took care of her herself, never watched what she ate, and was always sitting there.
First, her sight went. I remember how she couldn't see very well, and would often swerve while driving, trying to avoid floaters, and things that weren't there. She actually hit a motorcyclist. I don't know the official status on the guy, but rumor has it, that he is now paralyzed.
One day, she attempted to walk to the bathroom, and broke her ankle. After the recovery, she broke it again, and again, until her foot was a lump of ground beef with metal prongs that the doctors put in her. She eventually had to get it amputated, because it was so badly damaged, and her legs were so necrotic, that it wouldn't heal. I remember how, at my high school graduation, she had a blanket over the stump.
Her kidneys failed next. One completely died, and the other was functioning at about 20%. She had to go for dialysis all of the time, and STILL, she didn't change her habits. Maybe it was the point of no return?
A few months ago, I got a text from my friend, a screenshot of Facebook, rather (I don't have Facebook, he does). While in the ER, her heart failed. It took the doctors three minutes to revive her, only for it to fail again. She died the next day.
It felt weird, she was a friend of my parents, so I had no choice but to see her through the years, and watch what happened. Her husband had some sort of mental breakdown, he is in a massive amount of debt from her passing, and (he was a heavy guy too), lost a bunch of weight, I suppose from the stress.
As I said before, it's weird. I've read numerous stories online about people killing themselves with sweets, and neglect, but I would have never guessed that I would see it in real life.