So much suffering
Mum was 90 last August. We had a party and all but one of the family was there. (She was abroad - no rift,) It was a lovely sunny day and most her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren as well as some friends were there.She had looked forward to it so much and now I am so thankful she had that happy day.
She had coped well as a widow for 30 years and just got on with making the best of her life. She was, until about 2 years ago active. She made baby clothes and dolls clothes. She did puzzles and watched quizzes on the television. She had a good quality of life. I visited often as did my sisters.
Then she kept falling. Her poor face was battered. Her hips were badly bruised and walking was painful. My lovely sister came to be with her but could not manage all that was needed.It all came to a head when Mum fell and could not get up and spent a night on the floor - horrible. So My sister booked her into a nursing home in the hope that she would be looked after until she got some strength back and could return home - or would realize she needed full time care.
On the day she entered the nursing home she had a massive stroke. Now we wonder if the falls were a warning sign. For 10 days she was unable so see, swallow, speak, move her right side or understand anything. She kept banging the one arm she could move on the cot side it was all bruised. We begged the doctor not to do more than make her comfortable and keep her pain free.Eventually she got a morphine pump and slipped deeper and deeper into a coma and then slipped away.
She was a brave woman who lived her last years with great courage. I admired her.And now I miss her. It is so hard to think of all the suffering of her last days, and I am so grateful it is over now.