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Brooke M. Hatchett

July 2, 2016

Brooke Michelle Hatchett was a very special lady to alot, and meant more than most. She was a tough little girl that had a rough life since age 2 and fought a good fight the whole way through.
She was born in 1994 and in 1996 she got really deathly sick. She was in and out of Riley Children's hospital, St. Louis Children's hospital, and as she got older she only had Methodist hospital.
She got sick so many times and the alternate scenerios wasn't working so Jan. 1997 we were transferred to St. Louis Mo children's hospital where she was put on a lung transplant list. She received her new lungs Febuary 12, 1997. Even after the transplant she still had some issues. It was easier for her to get sick, in and out of hospitals, dealt with death of her only grandfather Dennis. She still stayed strong and went on.
She experienced life a little on her own, but when she was ready she came back home with us. We always enjoyed her at home, of coarse her and the siblings still fought as siblings do, but they were good together.
She moved back in Octo.2014 and became sick again in Nov.
We did things at home to take care of her, and at a few points thought it was working and she was getting better. In Feb 2015 she just couldn't take the pain and not feeling good anymore, so she went to see her dr. at methodist and got admitted.
Brooke was at Methodist hospital from Feb. 15, 2015 to March 19, 2015.. She had new medicines, new equipment, and i think she was over whelmed with things because she wasn't comfortable and wanted to go back to hospital. The next day we went back and they admitted her. Later in the week I was talking to her Dr. on his rounds. He shows me some of Brooke's chest x-rays and explains to me it doesn't look good, then in a way i can understand better he says this is the begining of the end. Not what a mother wanted to hear... I was crushed. She came back home March 26 on hospice. Hospice was great, they helped us by looking for other hospitals to accept Brooke for a second transplant, but everyone of the hospitals said she was to sick and was afraid she wouldn't make it through the surgery. The hospice nurse came over one morning to come check on Brooke, and told us our last denial from a hospital, Brooke looked at me and tells me "Mommy i'm tired and my lungs hurt, I don't think i can do it anymore"  Oh without a second to think what she just told me i assured her it was ok, me bubby and sissy would be ok and that she could let go if that's what she wants. Brooke told me with a seriou face "I don't know how" i grabbed her and held her so tight chuckeling at the same time and told her i don't know either.
Brooke passed the next morning.. 6:55 am.
She wil forever be in my heart..