My mother died in 1987 of liver failure due to metastatic colon cancer. As the nurse in the family, I had to decide when all the hard decisions needed to be made - when to put her in the inpatient hospice, when to insert a catheter (she was wanting to sit on the commode virtually all the time and it was hard on her skin), when to stop trying to encourage her to eat orally. We did talk to her the whole time, and told her that we loved her and it was okay to let go. She held on, I think because she was worried about
how her own mother would be without her to watch out for her. We told her who and how Grandma would be cared for.
At the end, she waited until our "shift change" when my sister-in-law, who stayed with her at night, left and my father had arrived but no one else was there. My dad said that at the end, she got the most beautiful smile on her face, took a deep breath, let it out and just didn't breathe again. He was really comforted by the way she passed.
Don't be afraid to talk and laugh, even when people are at the end humor often appreciated and appropriate. Remember, death is simply the last stage of living. It isn't the end.
Moderate to severe left-sided UC (21 cm) diagnosed 2001.
Avascular necrosis in both shoulders is my "forever" gift from Entocort.
Colazal, Remicade, Nature's Way Primadophilus Reuteri. In remission since April, 2006.
"My life is an ongoing medical adventure"
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