I’m struggling to articulate this properly, but I am really uncomfortable with the language of ‘being a fighter’, ‘battling an illness’ or ‘never giving up’ that is so often associated with people who have had an accident, been unwell, ‘beaten’ cancer and so on
It’s the language of war, isn’t it?
Culturally we’re very uncomfortable with death, even though it’s inevitable and essentially a part of life. You see it in emergency presentations as well - 95 year old Doris from a care home with dementia comes in with a respiratory infection, and the family wants “everything” done, including CPR.
We’re at the point when caring now equates to pushing back against death, even though it will come to us all.
Looking at the absolute shitstorm that has arisen over the last few months, I wonder if Hollie has regrets.
Archie’s body is clearly distressingly emaciated and continues to be lifeless. Untold people have seen him in a nappy and heard about his bodily functions. Hollie has had numerous media appearances but at the expense of having her past convictions, work and social media posts scrutinised and made public.
The end result will be the same, but there will be a visceral traumatic response from those who are interacting with his body as it is now. I think every poster here would be horrified if they could see Archie now, it’s been a month or so since the pictures of him in a nappy and it sounds as though things are much worse.
Nome of this has helped Hollie to grieve, come to terms with it. She still has to go home (I note she says she hasn’t yet as she can’t face it) and face her memories, thoughts and the inquest. None of the so-called Army will be there and they may have a sense of betrayal when Hollie “stops fighting”.