At this point, I’ve seen a wide range of how people spend their last days. And I wonder what I would prefer, if I’m lucky enough to choose.
There are those who come into the hospital critically ill and get intubated and opt (sometimes family opts in for them) to go through chest compressions and shocks. Many don’t survive or survive with debilitating conditions.
Sometimes people come into the hospital and say just let me go when I go. Don’t do compressions, don’t put a tube down my throat. When it’s my time, it’s my time. Few days ago, I had an elderly patient who had recently lost his spouse and he was now sick with covid. He took off his oxygen mask and his oxygen level plummeted and he passed away pretty quickly.
I’ve also seen elderly people whose mentation is crystal clear and 100% aware of the physical changes their bodies are going through and trying to reconcile with the unfortunate fact that they can no longer do the things they used to love doing even through their mind says they can. Some are better than others in accepting this process.
Thinking about death doesn’t necessarily have to make everything seem grim. It’s perhaps the most natural part of the human condition. What it does give me is some perspective and makes me wonder, “Am I prioritizing the right things so that when I get to the end of my life, whenever that may be, would I be at peace with my life and be able to accept the end of my days?”