Mum was in an expensive home (well known supplier, advertised on TV quite often) and there were a lot of problems; staff stealing money from drawers; arrogant surly staff; long treks to get food from dining room going up and down in lifts; resentment (raised eyebrows) if you asked for food to be delivered to your bedroom instead because you were not up to the trek on a particular day; they used your cutlery which had to be washed in remote kitchen and was often not returned and couldn't be traced, so lost forever; big air conditioning system for the whole building that was not set up correctly (lack of humidity) and was not allowed to be adjusted, the supervisor of the building forbade it; couldn't sit outside or on balconies because of the continuous wind; a general lack of homeliness and no feeling of belonging.
Definitely contributed to Mum's demise although she was already on a downhill slope so hard to say how much.
Mum, of course had a D.N.R. but it was ignored/not seen by the ambulance staff as they raced from the home to Chch Hospital and only read later on, it should have been accessed as soon as they looked at her notes on the computer at the home when she went unconscious in the intensive care living area she was moved to from her private living area as she had more and more frequent T.I.D.'s
We held a 24 hour vigil for the 10 days she took to expire, no food or water just some sort of drip and morphine medicine to keep her unaware. My sister came over from Australia. A very sad time for the family.
The room she was in in the hospital was an established "dying room" I'd guess with an observation window the staff walking past down the corridor would peek into every now and again, no effort to moisten her mouth with water. It was a routine operation for the hospital. They showed us Xrays of her head and it was obvious even to us casual observers that a lot of damage had occurred from the repeated T.I.A.'s, the end was inevitable, it just took so long, because Mum was quite fit still playing golf and had always looked after herself; and because of course, no euthanasia permitted even though there was no doubt of the final outcome.
Mum was 93 I think, and I had looked after and assisted her at her house where she lived for the 10 years after Dad died at 83, they lived in that house for more than 45 years after we arrived from Zambia/Northern Rhodesia in 1973. They established a most beautiful garden which was their main hobby after they stopped work.
So she lived to a ripe old age and had a long and eventful life including the earth quakes in Christchurch just to liven up the last part. They had the 2nd world War in their early 20's, she was in the W.A.A.F. and Dad was in the Reconnaissance Corps, he returned to Dunkirk under orders just days after the major evacuation to check on who knows what????
This experience changed my outlook on life forever.
Definitely contributed to Mum's demise although she was already on a downhill slope so hard to say how much.
Mum, of course had a D.N.R. but it was ignored/not seen by the ambulance staff as they raced from the home to Chch Hospital and only read later on, it should have been accessed as soon as they looked at her notes on the computer at the home when she went unconscious in the intensive care living area she was moved to from her private living area as she had more and more frequent T.I.D.'s
We held a 24 hour vigil for the 10 days she took to expire, no food or water just some sort of drip and morphine medicine to keep her unaware. My sister came over from Australia. A very sad time for the family.
The room she was in in the hospital was an established "dying room" I'd guess with an observation window the staff walking past down the corridor would peek into every now and again, no effort to moisten her mouth with water. It was a routine operation for the hospital. They showed us Xrays of her head and it was obvious even to us casual observers that a lot of damage had occurred from the repeated T.I.A.'s, the end was inevitable, it just took so long, because Mum was quite fit still playing golf and had always looked after herself; and because of course, no euthanasia permitted even though there was no doubt of the final outcome.
Mum was 93 I think, and I had looked after and assisted her at her house where she lived for the 10 years after Dad died at 83, they lived in that house for more than 45 years after we arrived from Zambia/Northern Rhodesia in 1973. They established a most beautiful garden which was their main hobby after they stopped work.
So she lived to a ripe old age and had a long and eventful life including the earth quakes in Christchurch just to liven up the last part. They had the 2nd world War in their early 20's, she was in the W.A.A.F. and Dad was in the Reconnaissance Corps, he returned to Dunkirk under orders just days after the major evacuation to check on who knows what????
This experience changed my outlook on life forever.
It's not the least charm of a theory that it is refutable. The hundred-times-refuted theory of "free will" owes its persistence to this charm alone; some one is always appearing who feels himself strong enough to refute it - Friedrich Nietzsche