Jean was ninety-three when she died. A team of assistants had cared for her for ten months.
A palliative care specialist visited several times, and Jean felt sufficiently supported by her team of palliative care assistants who attended her twenty-four hours a day...to continue her life as much as she could.
Her life progressed; to the hairdresser for color and curls, nails painted, lunch with her daughter every Friday and to do her shopping. In no way did she wish to be treated like a typical nursing home patient and be spoken to like a child who needed to do what she was told.
There was unified agreement that Jean's comfort and dignity were all important at this time. Medication was for pain relief, sedation and relieving anxiety.
Her family was present and memories flowed while support was given as much as possible.
The next morning death rattles became distressing for the family. Jean with the help of her assistant and a daughter was placed on her favorite side and gently the breathing stopped after three hours. It was a sacred time.
The atmosphere in the room was peaceful. It was a good death.