A coworker of mine told me the entire story of her mother's killing with dehydration. The first step was her mother being admitted to the hospital for not eating and drinking enough. The coworker was surprised when the mother had not been sent home after being rehydrated, as had happened in the past.
She was there when a woman walked into the room after 3 days and introduced herself as a hospice worker. She gave my coworker a handout about dementia/Alzheimers.
It said that even though the mother was completely aware and cognizant, no coma or brain damage at all, she was not eating/drinking enough because she had Alzheimers.
So they agreed to dehydrate her. I chose to listen to the entire week of symptoms and progression, which I will spare you.
But I thought the entrance of the hospice worker was interesting. It sounds like it is already a well-oiled machine to me.
And this is where Terri has spent every day, every hour, every second for the last four years and counting. Surrounded by people like the hospice worker who approached you friend....
The hellaciousness of this act...of imprisoning Terri in a hospice, were I one of the Schindlers, would have driven me insane with frustration and outrage.
Surely God has a hand all over this situation...and I LOVE HIM FOR IT! SO MUCH!