Death in the Family
My grandmother died March 30, 2003. It was painful and breathtaking. And then…
Maybe ten days later, my father was rushed to the ER. Blood clots were killing him. By the time I got to the hospital, dad’s heart had stopped and he’d been resuscitated twice.
The doctor working with him asked if we wanted to sign DNR papers. I didn’t want that and I was certain my mom didn’t, but she was so distraught she couldn’t make the decision.
My dad died twice more and was revived without having to crack his chest, before my mom made her decision. In fact, she never made the decision.