My grandmother has never been healthy, especially when it came to her internals. Every 3 days she would have to go to the hospital to get her kidney/blood washed. It was a procedure that seemed to make her tired, weak, and unhappy. She did accept these things as part of life, and how could you not? – As it was something that became her life. 2 days ago she died; initially it was from a stroke after one of the kidney/blood washing, then it turned into something worse. She didn’t recover from her stroke, and 3 weeks later she died.
During those three weeks, my mother took care of her with the assistance of me and my dad. We’d feed her through a tube that was fed up her nose, give medicine in the same way, and we would help her the best we could to make her comfortable by moving her body every 2 hours. I would also try to speak to her saying that I was by her side and that she shouldn’t worry and would tell her she would get better. Unfortunately she did not, and instead of helping to look after her, I’m now helping my mother arrange the funeral.
She died aged 83.