My older sister is dead.
Her brain tumor finally killed her, nearly seven months after they discovered her tumor and when I posted a journal about it. She was able to see her two children before she died, and I think that played a big roll in her lasting this long. She was put in hospice in late February, and one week after her eldest daughter visited her, her health declined.
It happens, as I believe she was subconsciously holding on until she was able to see her daughters together again and once she did, she allowed it to take her. Though she didn't make it till the Easter holiday as we had hoped, so her other daughter could have had one final holiday with her. In her last days, she couldn't do much, as the tumor removed her ability to swallow solid foods and she had to be fed in a tube for two days, and then yesterday she couldn't move or walk and she was bed ridden. Then last night she had the seizures, and that was the beginning of the end for her, another victim of cancer.
My dad at least was able to stay by her side, but the way she was before she died, conscious but unconscious at the same time, sounds like a terrible thing. To know and be able to see everyone around you, hear them, knowing you are about to die, unable to move. That torment gets to me. I can't stand the thought that she had to endure that torment in her last hours.
And now, she is no more.
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15 Apr 2022 07:47 CEST
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