I didn't find out until yesterday afternoon that the Doctor's have told my family that Aunt Ros isn't going to live. Apparently they didn't want me to get upset, and start shaking. Well I am upset, and I've not been shaking.
She has developed another infection and they told my cousin and Uncle on Sunday afternoon that they will not revive her if her heart stops again. She's now in a high dependency unit, for which you have to wear aprons and masks.
My cousin and Uncle have been there since Sunday lunchtime, and Mum was called out of work yesterday to rush to Manchester because she was fading rapidly. Yesterday my cousin spent her birthday holding her Mum's hand, she is devastated as they are very close, and now has been given no hope.
My cousin's two children haven't seen there Grandma, even though they have begged, because she was too ill, and it was thought it would have been too upsetting. Now they'll never see her again. They are twelve and nine, and it will break their little hearts as they were convinced she would get better and be home with them soon.
Mum as usual is being a rock. I can see in her eyes though she is shattered that her only sibling, who she is very close to, is very, very near the end. She managed to whisper to Mum to 'let her go'.
My brother took me last night, and she doesn't seem as tortured with pain as she was before, which is a blessing.
We are waiting. Maybe an hour, maybe a day, or even a week.
She is a fabulous person, and I couldn't have a better Auntie, and I wish there was something I can do. I am strong and I will be there, especially for my only cousin who is more like a sister.
I love you Auntie Ros, and always will.
She has developed another infection and they told my cousin and Uncle on Sunday afternoon that they will not revive her if her heart stops again. She's now in a high dependency unit, for which you have to wear aprons and masks.
My cousin and Uncle have been there since Sunday lunchtime, and Mum was called out of work yesterday to rush to Manchester because she was fading rapidly. Yesterday my cousin spent her birthday holding her Mum's hand, she is devastated as they are very close, and now has been given no hope.
My cousin's two children haven't seen there Grandma, even though they have begged, because she was too ill, and it was thought it would have been too upsetting. Now they'll never see her again. They are twelve and nine, and it will break their little hearts as they were convinced she would get better and be home with them soon.
Mum as usual is being a rock. I can see in her eyes though she is shattered that her only sibling, who she is very close to, is very, very near the end. She managed to whisper to Mum to 'let her go'.
My brother took me last night, and she doesn't seem as tortured with pain as she was before, which is a blessing.
We are waiting. Maybe an hour, maybe a day, or even a week.
She is a fabulous person, and I couldn't have a better Auntie, and I wish there was something I can do. I am strong and I will be there, especially for my only cousin who is more like a sister.
I love you Auntie Ros, and always will.
