One morning, the physician called myself working and wanted to make sure I was going to that time, he wanted to talk about a DNR (don’t resuscitate) purchase. I called my siblings getting their particular take on it therefore we decided that the several brave attempts to keep Mama alive over the past couple of days were not exactly what she would have desired. My older sister would explain it to my father, who was simply sick with complications from diabetes, and deliver him to check out that evening to state their good-byes. Once I visited that afternoon, I signed the DNR. We told all the extended family they should get to the hospital as soon as possible, as Mama was not expected to last the week. My older brother and his wife drove from 4 states away that afternoon to make the evening visiting hours. My younger sister did not answer her phone that entire day. Mama died in her sleep about 3 days later.
Our mother, who at 79 years old, was the embodiment of reason and compassion, died after a horrifying 2 weeks in the Intensive Care Unit. She had a heart condition and the pneumonia she was originally hospitalized for compromised her immune system, so she was too weak to fight an aggressive staph infection contracted in the hospital. I was visiting her almost daily during my lunch hours, and we had many talks. She knew she was coming to the end and made it clear that she was tired.