Under the conditions, this is, the best case scenario, to have someone that we love, pass away at home, in her/his, clothes, instead of in a hospital bed, with the tubes connecting to the body, needles in the arms…this is a, good way to, pass away, and not everybody has the opportunity to die like so…translated…
The movers of the ancillary center came as scheduled, skillfully, picked up the preowned wheelchair, the air mattress, along with the electronic bed, hauled all of these things onto his pickup, then, drove, off. The donated items will, enter into another family, to continue to service the physically handicapped.
My mother-in-law's bedroom, suddenly, vacant now, while she'd already, gone.
Over eight years ago, because of a stroke, she was, hospitalized, although the ward was bright, clean, but for my mother who was demented, the complete strange, unfamiliar environment stressed her out, she'd begged her caretaker, "let me out!" day and night. On the day she was discharged, we'd made a vow, to NEVER make her trapped, all alone, inside a, hospital ward again.
Eight years flew by quickly, my mother-in-law never made another visit to the physicians. This January, she'd started having the bedsores on her skin, we'd filed for assistance from the wound caring teams to come to our home to assist with her care, the nurses told us in a gentle way, "the skin is the first line of defense of the immune system, grandma had been okay for eight whole years, and suddenly, there are the bedsores, this may be signs of her body, failing her, you and your family need to be prepared now."
We'd gained consensus, decided to have my mother-in-law live out her final passage right here at home, unless it's absolutely necessary, we would, never sent her into the hospitals again.
in one's own home, on one's, own, bed, this is, the most, ideal...
Just as the nurse told us, this is a decision that entailed a ton of courage on our, parts. Without any medical training, we are faced with the unpredictable situations daily; the bleeding from her urinary tract, fever, choking from things and coughing nonstop, or new sores appearing on her, skin. Although there are the medical staff members on call via webcam to teach us, we'd still felt, flustered and stressed out often.
My mother-in-law who'd become severely demented lost her ability to communicate to us, can't even make a sound when she felt pain, the sores on her skin won't heal up, when we'd changed her dressings, we'd seen her twitching silently from the pains, and I'd felt so painful for her. This final mile is way too long, and we can only, try and give one another, encouragements daily, getting through a day at a, time.
On a sunny morning, my mother-in-law, finally took that, final inhale and exhale of her life, left without, any, worries. We'd dressed her in her pink embroidered pajamas, she'd, fallen asleep soundly like an infant on her bed that she'd slept on for a long, long time, without a single tube in and out of her, body. In the room, there's her favorite clothes, the small fan and a small, radio, the voices of the children and grandchildren, and the traces of my father-in-law, who'd been gone, many years, before.
We all gathered around the bed, saying goodbye to our dear mother, and, beloved, grandmother.
And, this is because of how kind this elderly had been to her younger generations, which is why they're, willing to, gather around her in her final moments, watching her pass, and this is, a perfect, final farewell, despite how this elderly still got dragged for a bit by her ailing body, at least, this elderly was able to, pass peacefully, in her own, bedroom, on her own bed, in the clothes she always, wore…
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