Yesterday was a long day. We were told that Colleen's grandmother would be taken off the drug IV that kept her heart beating, because she was in great pain. The pain killer and that drug could not be given together. Her body was used up - the skin on her arms was insufficient to hold an IV needle, so the IV had to be administered through a vein on her neck for the morphine. We arrived at the hospital and joined Colleen's uncle and aunt in the hospital room - the son holding his mother's hand. She was comatose and breathing - gasping, but without struggle - maybe eight times a minute. We talked - the ones not comatose. I saw that, without any fanfare, the breathing was not continuing. I think no one else saw that. Maybe it was denial, or simply not readiness. I glanced at the nurse outside the door. She seemed to know this was the time, and she came in with a stethoscope and searched. She said she found no heartbeat and that she would ask another nurse to confirm. It was confirmed. Before our eyes, we had seen this eighty-six year old life leave the body for parts unknown.
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5/18/07 at 5:53am