posted on Dec, 1 2016 @ 04:56 AM
originally posted by: misskat1
Im going through death right now with my mother. The nurse has given her less than 48 hrs. She has been very afraid of dying. She is home with me and
its been hard to watch. I am very grateful for the medication at this point. She is very peaceful and if she didnt have the drugs she would be scared
out of her mind.
She is a Jehovah Witness so she doesnt believe she will just transition from this life to an after life. Im very grateful that I have a different
belief system, but I think until we are confronted by death, its hard to know if we will fear it or not.
I'm so sorry for what you and your mother are experiencing. It is hard to watch and participate in, the entire thing is heart wrenching.
I cared for my mother in the end also. I can only hope that the morphine and xanax helped some although she was so out of it consciously that I'll
never be sure. She fought death, physically, at the end. It was not a beautiful scene that is often portrayed in film, it was terrifying. It must have
been horrific for her, as she essentially drowned. I suppose all of the hospice advice and family memories of so and so having been with their mother
at their time of death couldn't have possibly prepared me, as everyone's situation is different. I am still rattled to my core to this day.
I wish for you endless strength as you will need it and it can be found in the deepest part of you that you didn't even know existed. I hope for some
sort of peace to come eventually and for you to know that to be with someone at that very moment they leave this physical world is a moment, I
believe, that will change you forever. We must simply adapt to the changes. It's a process that will come, to all of us and there is strength in
knowing that the physical pain will end eventually for them.
I keep close the memories of those days, every time her eyes opened, every murmur, every squeeze of her hand, every nuance of expression...always
trying to find her in there and hoping I brought her some comfort.
To the OP: I fear the struggle of death, the fight. I fear what that will do to those around me, if there is anyone with me at the end, so I would
prefer it quick or me to be alone. I fear being horribly helpless and death toying with me and not taking me quickly, the suffering.
I don't fear what comes after the heart stops beating. I don't fear the 'afterlife' or whatever one chooses to call it or not. I believe we carry on,
to where or in what form? I have no idea but, it's what I choose to believe.
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