Joey Krogstad

Warsaw Community High School

Class of 1988

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Joey Krogstad - Class of 1988 - Warsaw Community High School

First Name	Joey
Last Name	Krogstad
Graduation Year	Class of 1988
Gender	Male
Hometown	Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Relationship Status	Single
About Me	In response to my disappearance act of 2010 and all the Birthday well wishers. Back on Jan 5th 2010 the matriarch of our family had a relatively major colon-rectal surgery, on the 8th all hell broke loose. A closing surgeon’s error would soon prove a fatal mistake and the future of a woman I love and a fractured family left in limbo. The 8th revealed what Mom had already known and once the medical staff caught up and stood out of the shadow of their massive inept ego they found a problem, a BIG problem. Moms’ body was septic and a second surgery was in order. Eleven days later and 20 lbs lighter she was discharged and came to my home to convalesce. She was tender, I was relenting to be strong and move forward, refusing failure. By the 28th something was brewing and to this day the signs and lack of action will haunt me in every corner of my brains existence. I went in to this as the rock, logical without emotion, failure not an option and 100% recovery. Get in get out, throw some dirt on it and keep moving. On the 28th after a talk with Moms surgeon about some of her symptoms it was brushed off and was thought a fluke. That evening she experienced teeth and jaw pain, followed by the feeling of nausea and a hot flash. I trusted the “medical professional” (LAST TIME I GET CAUGHT PUTTING ANYONE ON A PEDASTAL and assume their “merits” will save my skin or one I love). Assured that what she went through wasn’t of any grave concern and to keep a close eye on her. With the next two days showing use glancing blows of what Saturday morning at 11:51am would bring. Death! By the grace of GOD My sister the only one trained as a first responder was next to Mom in the bathroom when Mom had a Cardiac Arrest, Also known as Cardiac Death due to the less than the 5% survival rate. Quick thinking brought a call to my ear in addition to 911 and my next 2.5 minutes traveling on well traveled roads at over 100mph seemed like a long slow crawl on my exit from a desert. I arrive to my home, step father on the front porch screaming at the top of his lungs, crying yelling “hurry help your Mom” As aggressive as I could be I blasted into the house knowing I will not back down. Hunched over my Mothers dead chest was my sister, once strong she now see’s my face and begins to break down fast. I take over and know I will save her. WILL I??? CAN I??? Never having any formal training only that which I picked up on over the years. I begin. Looking at my grey dead Mother talking firmly to her, telling her to “Not worry Mom you’ll be fine, Hang in there Mom”. I repeat this mantra for 12minutes or more. As the gases escape her lungs, muscles relax and go limp and her chest begins to buckle under my thrusts. I WILL NOT BACK DOWN. EMTs’ arrive and after 6 Epinephrine injections and 2 shocks the crew is silent and the obvious doesn’t want to be said. “IT CAN’T END LIKE THIS” I thought. The lead EMT shakes his head to me and I realize where we stand. "Please don’t give up". ONE HOUR AND THIRTY FIVE MINUTES with no heart beat, Mom stepped away from this existence. Statistically she already beat daunting odds but now she has been on mechanical resuscitation for 1.5 hours. Her heart was re fired. And the next 10 months became the toughest struggle I think anyone of us could endure. After 19 days in the ICU I was told that she will never recover and to place her in “A Home”. We did the right thing and the opposite advice of the “medical PRACTIONERS” suggested and we began to work to bring her home. In a novel of itself Mom came home on June 1, from there we climbed back from death, not able to walk, talk, feed herself, cloth herself, the battle would be hard fought. 4 weeks ago on a Friday night Mom exhausted Spiro and I at Dinner. For months upon months it was the three of us every night. Days filled trying to gain muscle, strengthening her mind and build back to where she/we once stood. Rituals and repetition became key to our success. We began to build a Friday ritual again, the three of us having a fish fry dinner together. But this one was different. Instead of the”same ole same” of Spiro cooking and Mom just being, well Mom and I setting the table and doing the prep work. We ventured out for our 3 public Fish fry. Trying to build her confidence in public again and to just live life we ventured out. The Food wasn’t that much different than any other, but what is different that night was Mom. After the tail end of dinner a song on the PA caught her attention and the little woman with MOTOWN roots wanted to dance, so I took the little lady by the hand and we began to dance, eventually one dance lead to a 2.5 hour dance marathon. 6pm turned into 10:30 and Spiro and I pleaded with the Munchkin to “Mom please let’s go home, we’ll do this again next week”. Next week she went back into the Hospital, three weeks later they are at a complete loss as to her slide backwards both mentally and physically. We built her back to 116lbs from the low of 105. The Hospital chose the discharge day of December 3rd. Ironic the day this woman gave life to me I try to give her all I can. Taking her home Friday night was rough. The 20 minute was tough, very. She isn’t the same that she was even a month ago. We have lost months of work, and she is worse off. Back to 107lbs we have a long road ahead. I’m tired, exhausted, failure isn’t something I accept. I am torn, alone. Spiro and I have given all we could and silently we both know we are starting near the beginning again. There is no choice, she is Mom. This is what a son is suppose to do, it as what a Husband does. December 3rd 2010 was my 40 birthday. It was also Spiros 62. Moms’ Birthday is December 7th. I feel very beat down, I struggle to sleep, and nightmares are like breathing. But imagine what my Mom must feel like. No excuses, no emotion, NO FAILURE. Till the end! I Love you ...(read more)