Another one who wishes they could have done more.
My mum had a deathly fear of hospitals and the medical profession in general (quite literally in the end) and she stopped seeing us all when she was really poorly as she knew she'd have been frogmarched to the hospital the second we saw her. My dad was there day in day out so it was more gradual for him but it was only the day before she died she permitted one of us to go round. My sister knew she was awfully ill but she also knew my mum couldn't be forced. I remember speaking to my sister the Sunday - we had a virtual glass of wine together and began an action plan of how we'd try and help mum.
I sent my mum an email the day she died telling her we'd help her and support her and not force her into anything. Me and my sister got the fragility of her mental health but my brothers didn't.
As things transpired my sister walked past our parents on the Monday and saw an ambulance so let herself in. My mum had asked for an ambulance to be called - utterly out of character. But of course when the paramedics arrived she refused to cooperate. They did her oxygen (fine), BP (fine) and heart rate [high but she was mid panic attack at this point] She refused blood sugars and refused to go with them when they offered to take her for a full once over. They'd have only had to look at her to know she needed a hospital but she was stubborn until the end.
Dad went out for a walk (pissed off she wouldn't engage with the medical professionals) and sister spent an hour getting my mum from her bedroom to the living room. Mum collapsed not long after saying to my sister "I am going to die" and my lovely, brave sister reassured her and cuddled her whilst calling my dad to get the fuck home
Dad was already there and my sister called another ambulance and they both performed CPR on my mum until the paramedics came and took over. The crash team got her heartbeat back several times but she could never maintain it. They pronounced her dead, with my dad and sisters agreement, just as me and my 2 brothers arrived. I knew things were bleak but until I saw her dead on the floor, I thought she was still alive.
Sorry.... just needed to get that out.
The worst thing for me is that mum dying when she did was the best thing for her. She would have hated to die alone, in hospital or on an ambulance (probably what would have happened if the first ambulance had taken her)
Her cause of death was heart failure but she also had cancer of all the main organs and tissues. She must have hidden it so well (or else it happened so fast) as the coroner had to do extra tests to ascertain where the cancer started. Mum didn't know about the cancer... she knew she was bloody ill but she never had a diagnosis and as things transpired she essentially dropped dead. That would have been her wish but my God how much did they poor woman suffer??.