Sandra Joy Page

This is a Memorial for my mum, Sandra Joy Page who sadly passed away unexpectedly on the 20th
November 1998 at home with her husband Keith, son Darren and myself at her side when it happened.

(Updating This Bit By Bit so please bare with me)

My mum started becoming ill and was none stop going to doctors and different hospitals for tests, to
see what was wrong but no doctor could see what was wrong... She started to notice something wrong
in the year 1980 which was when she was pregnant with Darren, it weren't intil we had moved to Corby
around 1994, I cannot remember the exact year though as I would have only been a little girl at the
time... Once we moved to Corby, Northamptonshire... Mum and dad signed up to the local doctors and
we had a doctor called: Dr Misara. He was the only one to tell my mum what the problem/illness was.
It turned out to be she had Lymphedema of the Legs.

(more to come soon)

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This is my story of the day my mum passed:

Friday Evening/Night, 20th Nov 1998...
I remember it being a Friday evening when I was 11 years of age, watching Top Of The Pops at home on
the TV in the living room while dad was in the kitchen and mum was sitting down on the sofa. Darren
was in his room I think watching his own TV.

My mum had been unwell for a week already but all of a sudden I noticed my mum getting out of
breath, finding it hard and asking for me to pass her the electric fan as she said she felt hot and
dizzy and she even looked scared herself also she was still finding it hard to catch her breath and
talk then with a blink she had flopped on to her side and was not breathing. I shouted dad to come
into the room and I was crying and scared well bad. My dad started worrying and crying and told me
to ring 999. I was straight onto the phone and they was talking me through everything and details
while the ambulance was on it's way. My dad tried calling mums name: 'Sandra, wake up, wake up'.
While I was still on the phone to the operator, my dad ran round to our next door neighbours and
asked for their help. Claire and Charlie came straight round. Charlie gave my mum the normal mouth
to mouth etc but nothing was working, she was sick though but still wasn't breathing. While Charlie
was trying to help, Claire took me and my brother Darren to tell and fetch my sister Nicci who lived
about 5/10mins away. She came back with us and her boyfriend, John too came back to our home.

By the time we had got back home, the ambulance had turned up and a doctor. I went to see mum but I
got told to go out the room and then got took out of the room because I didn't listen when I got
told. I had to go into one of the bedrooms but I kept trying my hardest to get back into the living
room where my mum was. I had a quick look at my mum just enough to see what was going on before my
sister and doctor etc told me to come out. What I seen was, they had stretched my mum onto the floor
and started trying to resuscitate her, they must have tried for 15/20mins but nothing. She had gone.
Then I seen them taking her to the hospital on their stretcher with a white blanket over her.

Then dad came into the room where me, Darren, Nicci and John was and my dad said sorry and came to
cuddle us all in a group and we was all crying our hearts out.

Dad rang our Nan and uncle (my mums mum and brother) to tell them what had happened then they came
over and took my dad to the hospital as he had to tell the hospital what happened and to identify my
mum. Nicci my sister and her partner John stayed at home with me and Darren while dad had to go out.
When dad got back it was all quiet, didn't know what to say or do and we all just stood and sat
around as well as the cuddles and crying.

Then later on that night we sat watching the TV but didn't have the volume up or anything and just
sat and didn't speak hardly to each other, I just sat curled up in my dads arm chair and didn't
speak and didn't go to sleep till like 4am plus. I couldn't eat and drink for a week properly.

Just want to say thank you mum for all the help and support you have given me and the rest of our
family and friends. I hope that you are not in anymore pain and that you are happier now without the
illness and I hope Darren is with you too, I would hate you both to be apart from each other. I miss
you so very much and love you loads more than you may know. From your youngest daughter, Jessica.
Also just want to say: Darren, I love you too and miss you and sorry for all the times we have
argued etc. You were a wonderful brother. From your little sister, Jessica xXxxXx Hugs and Kisses To
You and Mum xXxxXx Look after each other xXxxXx

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This following story is by Nicola Page: well the night my mum died was one of the worsts nights of
my life .my mum had,nt been well for a week was told it was a virus etc .but it was getting worse i
remember asking mum to go to the doctor,s well to let me phone them .although i wasnt living at home
at the time i was there everyday . but on the day mum was taken from us my partner had taken my
brother and sister to town to get some shopping in for my mum .so i was in the home with mum she
barely spoke that day .she was in and out of sleep i suppose deep down i knew something wasn,t right
but i put her tiredness down to the infection she had and the tablets she had been given.a while
later i wanted to get home so i waited for dad to come home once he was home from work me and my
partner john went home a few hours later while i was watching tv . i heard shouting out side i
looked and it was my sister and brother and a neighbour they had come to get me cause mum had
stopped breathing .i was in shock i think . but when i got to the house i saw mum laying on the
floor and the paramedics trying so hard to bring her back . all i remember is looking and running to
mum on the floor and screaming on my knees . i couldnt beleive it . my mum was gone and nothing i
could say or do would bring her back to us .mum was only 44 years old and spent alot of her life
raising her kids.keeping a home etc .there isnt a day go by when i do not talk about mum .the pain
of mum beening taken from us i cant explain in words..god needed her i think . and 6 years later my
little brother died too .mum wanted darren with her i believe. so she could look after him always .
i miss ya mum always and forever

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Many thanks to the people reading and who have read this. My sister Nicci, has done a memorial about
our beloved brother who sadly passed away in January 2005 - Please take a look at;

http://darren-lee-page.gonetoosoon.org/memorial/

Also I have done a memorial page for my Grandfather, George William Page. Please take a look at:

http://george-william-page.gonetoosoon.org/memorial/

Thanks, xx