On Friday morning, my sister and I (the geographically closest to the hospital), were called. "your grand mother is dying now".
We hurry, join there, scared of what we will find. Our grand mother still alive or..?
The rest of the family waits for our calls. Others will arrive to the hospital later.
She was still alive, so weak.
Today, she is weaker.
But she can open her eyes, she is "here". But you feel she is living her last days.
It is almost worse that she is conscious. Despite the morphine, she is suffering so much, you can see it.
It is hard, really hard.
Harder for those who can't be with her as much as I can. Like for my sister who can't miss work anymore.
At least there's almost always someone with her on day time.
She's surrounded with so much love : ))
Une pensée amicale. J'espère que ça se passe le moins mal possible.
ReplyDeletemerci, vraiment merci ma jolie Jenny : ) Elle est à nouveau consciente de temps en temps (sans pouvoir bouger ou parler, seulement les yeux qui s'ouvrent à nouveau) alors que son corps semble lâcher. Elle reste en réa, les docteurs parlent peu, si ce n'est pour dire qu'il y a peu d'espoir. J'ai vraiment peur qu'elle reste ainsi, consciente de n'être plus qu'un légume ou presque...
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