Similar to when my mother died of cancer while I was in high school but one big difference was how rational and aware the mother in this story was compared to my mother on her last night and day while undergoing hallucinations from the incredible pain she was experiencing. There were moments where she would recognize you and grip your hand and then she would be lost and rambling and saying nonsense and completely separate from us in another world until finally she took her last breath.
This was at-home hospice. Very different than when my father died of ALS a few decades later and the nurses were knowingly and purposefully giving him morphine so that he could suffocate in peace as his diaphragm stopped working but at the same time they slowly killed him with the morphine stopping his breathing, thankfully.
This was at-home hospice. Very different than when my father died of ALS a few decades later and the nurses were knowingly and purposefully giving him morphine so that he could suffocate in peace as his diaphragm stopped working but at the same time they slowly killed him with the morphine stopping his breathing, thankfully.