My Mother is dying. Slowly, painfully and every shred of her dignity is slowly being eroded by her chronic disease. She is young but doubly incontinent, confused and manipulative.
The woman I knew and loved for so many years is gone and what is left behind is an empty shell of unpleasantness.
She deteriorated significantly over a recent weekend. We had a sensible discussion with one of my colleagues about the inappropriateness of ITU treatment and we sat down to wait for the end. She did not want to drink and in any case was too drowsy to do so safely but we were given pink oral hygiene sponges to keep her mucous membranes moist. She was given morphine to alleviate her pain and distress and all was peaceful and calm and it would have been a good way to go.
However, she recovered slightly and was taken off the LCP but she remains frail and incapacitated. The nagging doubt remains in my mind, my Father's mind and my siblings minds that actually she would have been better off slipping away surrounded by those she loved and who love her.
She wouldn't want the indignity of shitting the bed, or telling her beloved youngest child to fuck off back to the foreign country they live in. Prior to all of this she was modest to the point of humour and NEVER EVER swore. This isn't her and this drawn out mode of dying isn't doing anyone any favours let alone her.
Doctors, me included, do not use the LCP as a means of killing patients, we use it to allow recognition of and dignity during dying. It is designed to alleviate distress. It is very unusual for dying patients to be crying out for a drink and drinks should never be withheld anyway. Some patients are too ill to benefit from certain treatments. Those treatments almost ineveitably carry unpleasant consequences.
I rest very easy with MY decision (the perils of being a medical relative) to instigate discussions that prevented her transfer to ITU. I am fortunate that the nature of my Mother's chronic illness and our broad minded liberal family is such that we as a family have discussed end of life many times and I KNOW that my Mother would not want a life prolonged by machines. We are also fortunate that my professional experiences have allowed the harsh realities of high tech healthcare to be appreciated. Some of the recent hospital documentaries have touched on this but in my experience many families have wildly over optomistic expectations informed by programs like Holby City and Casualty.
I also know that until we entered this prolonged and terribly dying phase my Father was convinced that Doctors go around bumping people off and was insistent that he would want all available treatment right until the very end. His views are changing.
The technology that is available in modern medicine can cause harm as well as good. We mustn't forget that. Ever.
So I'm sitting here almost (but I can't quite bring myself to do it) willing a nice neat pneumonia to come along so that my beloved Mother can get the quiet death she wanted and that the rest of us can stop being tortured by her ongoing survival and degredation as a human being.