It would be helpful for me to hear from anyone who has had a similar experience or who has greater knowledge of medicine than I, with regards to the following. I have tried to be clear and honest and I apologise if anyone finds the details distressing.
After a month spent in hospital and a quick decline in health, my grandmother was deemed too sick to recover and thus the correct option was to cease giving her oxygen and sustenance as it would have prolonged her life while her vital organs failed.
Before this step was taken, she was able to communicate albeit very poorly. Her senses were failing and she was in and out of sleep. There was at times recognition of us and what we were saying but her hearing and eyesight was much worse than it had been before she went in. She was somewhat delirious. She was able to tell us that she had pain in her feet (bedsores) and thumb (cannula was inserted there) and so I believe she had no major internal pains or else she would have indicated. She was not someone to suffer in silence.
The stage that followed was difficult. Without oxygen and drips/food, her condition changed quickly and she became almost entirely unresponsive. The doctors advised that with her body unable to absorb food and her organs failing, it was the humane option and that she would pass within hours. It was actually quite a bit longer.
We took turns to wait with her through an intensely difficult few days and nights when we were essentially waiting for her to pass away. She was unable to communicate. Her eyes were half open and she could only possibly hear us when we spoke to her and comforted her. She would whimper occasionally and every so often move her hands as if confused or uncomfortable. The doctors reassured us that she was not in pain but that her body was shutting down. At our request, she was given morphine.
I was there when she died. It was a traumatic thing to witness but more so because I fear that she was in pain. It was not an image of peaceful death that we had hoped for her after such a long life. She died slowly, breathing heavily, occasionally whimpering whilst all we could do was comfort her (not knowing if she could hear us or was in pain) and wet her dry mouth.
The doctors have assured us that she was not in pain and part of me wonders whether it was simply the ugly side of nature, seeing a person's body shut down and the brain impulses outlasting the other organs but I can't help feel a kind of guilt at the way it happened. The experience of seeing a woman fighting for life while we sat and watched and waited is hard to face. More so, after a long life and a long sickness, it seemed incredibly unjust to go out struggling and in what appeared to be distress.
I wonder if we could have asked for her to have been more heavily drugged to ease the passage but at the same time wonder if that would be unnatural and not in her best interests. I wonder is this the reality of old people dying? Is it often this way and not the peaceful closing of eyes that you see in films?
Whilst in time, I hope to be able to compartmentalise the grief and sense of loss that I feel with her not being here, I fear that my memories of her will be inseparable from the traumatic ending that I witnessed.