My sister was either personally involved or allowed another to give our mother a lethal amount of drugs to hasten her death when she did not die quickly enough after not getting her an antibiotic for a horrendous case of pneumonia (so bad that she became septic throughout her body), and this after 10 months of refusing to give her appropriate medical care. I can barely think about the horrible death they rendered her, choking up blood clots that developed only because they refused to give her PT or even allow her out of the hospital bed that my own daughter originally forced her into just after she'd been discharged from a rehab and was mobile and verbal. My mother and I were extremely close and I knew what she wanted w/o words. I am a feeler and a knower. I know they killed my mother. I have to put a wall already that knowing in order to live on but know I must expose the wretchedness they rationalize to be mercy for what it really is: resentment and disdain for one so beautiful.
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