These two CDs were hard to send to the thrift store. My Aunt D was diagnosed with endometrial cancer close to five years ago. She died about half a year later. She took her best shot at ignoring it and put off dealing with it until it segued into a 911 crisis, emergency surgery, and weeks in intensive care.
After that there was a skilled nursing facility where she fought any kind of recovery because physical therapy hurt and nothing that hurt could possibly be good for you. Those people just wanted to torture her. And it's possible that the cancer was far enough along that getting up and around wouldn't have prolonged things much. But she was also obviously looking forward to laying in bed with people to ring for.
Once everyone concerned was convinced that she wasn't going to get well enough to go home in the regular way (she would never be strong enough to stand, let alone go to the bathroom, even with help), we arranged for hospice care in her home. I think she was kind of surprised that laying still in bed 24 hours a day for weeks didn't start feeling comfortable.
I don't know if she ever realized that we had been trying to forestall the final slide.
