I'd been at my mother's bedside in hospital for two days, without sleeping. She had COPD. The doctor had been round and talked to me about her being transferred to a nursing home for her last days. He told me she wouldn't live for very long. But it sounded to me like days,or even weeks. I was exhausted and the nurses offered me an empty side room to have a couple of hours sleep. They woke me up an hour later to say she'd gone. One nurse sat with me and explained that me sitting by her side was what kept her hanging on. The moment I'd gone, she went.
That brought huge feelings of guilt. If I hadn't have gone for a sleep, she wouldn't have died. I should have stayed awake, and waited, and been there.
But I was weak and exhausted and emotionally drained. I thought a couple of hours sleep would see me through for what tomorrow might bring.. But she died while I slept. Massive guilt for a long time. I was there for her last hours, but not her last minutes. I was in the next room. I thought I would wake up a bit refreshed to hold her hand through it. But my human weakness made me grab that chance of some sleep. I thought she had longer. They gave me to understand that it was days not hours. I felt ok with needing sleep. to get me through the following day. I thought I could be more support if I had some rest.
It never occurred to me to blame anyone. Not the doctor or the nurses. They obviously expected her to go on for a few days at least. It wasn't their fault. They just cannot know when someone will die. However experienced they are, they just really cannot know.
Just as an addition, my father had a heart attack at 65 years old, Nowadays, he might have a fighting chance, but 40 years ago people were much more stoic and didn't have cars to drive to A&E , there was no 111 and people were reluctant to 'bother the doctor'. even if you had a telephone which a lot of people didn't it wasn't easy if you had a shared line. You would have to knock up the neighbours who you knew had a phone,.
So he suffered an agonising heart attack overnight, got ambulanced to hospital next morning and died within minutes of getting there. No time for clotbuster treatment.
I. maybe unfairly, blame my mother for that. She said he forbade her getting a doctor to visit that night. Personally I would have called and ambulance myself.
Immediately.