Better to die at home in a clean bed, hydrated, fed, and surrounded by caring family.
Would you come to hospital, find your mother or father laying in filth, suffering from hunger and thirst, and then walk out of the place hoping the “staff” would do something?
I mean “you” as any of us...
Better to die at home in a clean bed, hydrated,fed, and surrounded by caring family.
I heartily agree. I hope I am not remiss in posing a few thoughts on the UK elderly.
As a child goggle eyed being taking through a busy London Street in the late 1930s, I saw a poor aged woman begging and she was so deteriorated, I must have made a childish remark. My mother said to me, " you should remember, that lady was once a young girl and happy". I have always remembered about persons like that- what was their very best day? What did they look like then?
At the risk of a ramble, I would like to narrate the example in old Victorian England, hopefully drawn from life. Thomas Hardy, the great novelist wrote about the County of Dorset. A character was old "Grandfer Cantle". He would be humoured by tavern patrons and would sing " a stave or two". Realizing he was being humoured, he remembered when he was 21 years old and in uniform in the "Bang up locals" (militia). He said " you should have seen me rushing down to Boney's point." In 1805 it was rumoured Napoleon had invaded. "You should have seen me" he said, "sword at my side". He got free beer.
Excuse the ramble, glad I am in small city Canada.