My cousin (my age) was stricken with stomach cancer. His wife was ensuring that he got the pain meds he needed. COVID arrived. The hospital staff would not allow his wife to visit and they were not getting his pain meds to him. He died alone in horrible pain. Inexcusable.
He died alone in horrible pain. Inexcusable.
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In 2020, I was able to get Last Rites for both of my parents. I was my mom’s eyes and ears. Over the years of being her caregiver, I knew what she wanted. I moved her to Hospice 6 days later I was locked out. She cried for me day and night and my heart broke for her.
6 weeks later, I was given 1 hour to visit her. She died the next day. The hospice called me: come right away your mom is dying.
Yes people died of covid, but many many more of us suffered with the crazy and unnecessary covid lockdowns. How many died alone? How many survivors still cry? I do.
At least my folks aren’t suffering (my dad choked to death in a nursing home, again I got a call, come quick...)
I still cry. Suffer.