I agree. One of my relatives when I was young, was a triathlete. Unfortunately during the swimming in a triathlon he drowned. He was resuscitated. As it happened he ended up with really really terrible brain damage.
He didn't know who he was. He didn't know who we were. He got very violent very quickly through presumably the sheer confusion. He was in hospital ward after hospital ward. Nobody knew what to do with him because he wasn't elderly so couldn't live in a care home, was violent sometimes so couldn't live with my nan which is what she wanted but she couldn't physically control him. He couldn't live on his own because he just didn't have the capacity to care for himself.
He ended up for quite some time on some sort of psychiatric unit and as I say I was young and don't remember the details but it was awful. He managed to escape once and they brought him back and placed more restrictions on him. It was no life.
As he got older he wouldn't do anything. Wouldn't eat. Wouldn't move out of his bed. Refused medication and he got so old and so frail so quickly. He was a triathlete a fit healthy man.. He bloody loved life.
He ended up in a care home. He died about 5 years later from some kind of infection or another and it was awful.
I sometimes think, and I feel that I am being cruel to say it, that it would have been better if he had not been resuscitated that day. It would have been an awful tragedy. A terrible waste of life and we would have all been devastated. But the life he had following his accident was really no life at all.
We grieved him twice really. The man he once was and the man that eventually died. I try and remember him for the man he was before his accident. 