When we lived in San Antonio our dear friend had cancer. She developed pneumonia. Her husband was frantic. He was told why treat her pneumonia, she didn't have that long to live anyway.
He insisted she go to the hospital, after a long fight with the doctor, she was admitted. I had never heard of such treatment.She died about a month later, but the heartache her family went through, just to have her last days be comfortable was so unnecessary.
kassie, reminds me of the time my beloved grandmother was in hospital for treatment at the end of her life. When we asked why her tray was wheeled into the room and left with no one to feed her until we got there, we were told "She's going to die anyway..." Poor thing was trying to feed ehrself as evidenced by the food on her pj front. That night my Mom insisted nanny come home to die.
This all is so hard for so many of us. I didn't know they were not giving her (Terri)morphine - I thought that was part of the protocal.