Essay alert!
Never meant my post to be so long, but this thread just hit on a nerve. Things I haven't thought about for a while ....
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My lovely neighbour Jan - fit, cycled everywhere, fantastic gardener, wore bright red lippy and had bright red hair, and wore great clothes and was just one of the nicest, kindest people I have ever known, died in her front room of pneumonia.
She'd had swollen ankles a few days before, and the last time I saw her (three days before she died) she was showing me photos on her phone of her newly born grand-daughter.
I went away on holiday and got a phone call from another neighbour. Her daughter had come to visit in the morning and found her dead on the sofa.
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My mum had dementia but her cause of death was pneumonia. We were told around 6am on the Friday morning that she was dying and she passed at 2.50am on the Sunday morning. It was traumatic because of course it's all about the breathing. To hear every single breath of someone you love, knowing they are going to die soon is one of the most distressing things. You sit there hour after hour just listening to them breathe.
But for all that she was in a clean bed in a warm, caring environment surrounded by her family and greatly loved and cared for. I cannot fault the care she received.
Family had been coming in night and day before she died, but it ended up with just me and her in the early hours. Even the nursing staff had gone for a nap. I'd been up for 48 hours. I was so utterly exhausted, I knew I had to try and sleep so I tidied up the room (my mum hated clutter), turned off the music (we'd had a tape of her favourite songs playing), pulled my chair up next to her bed, laid myself down, held her hand and said 'Mum, it's Font I'm here' and then laid down beside her and attempted to get some sleep. Within five minutes she died.