Your Mother sounds exactly like mine was. NO doctors and just forget hospitals and actually, I think she lived longer because of it. If she ever took medicine they gave her to take, she would only take half of what she was suppose to take. Again, I think she was healthier and lived longer because of it!
When Mama was diagnosed with cancer, she flat refused any kind of treatment for it. She was 80 years old and said she would not survive surgery and she knew it. She also refused any treatment. We agreed with her although the doctors wanted us to have her declared incompetent and make her have the surgery. To us it was QUALITY verses quanity and what kind of quality would she have has cut all up in her already fragile shape... she just would not have survived the surgery, she was far to frail.. They told us she would only live a year but they didn't know her! She lived 17 more months and was up and around every single day, including the day she died.
This may sound terriably odd Richard, but some of our best times were while she was dying. I discussed things openly and frankly with her often about her condition, I held nothing back. I even told her when we went and made her "arrangements" and what they were and she was very pleased with what we arranged for her saying she has a great life and was ready to move on. We joked and laughed, kidded each other every day. I cleaned up her messy butt many times and LOVED doing it. To bathe her, I would get in the shower with her and we were like a couple of kids together in the shower, it was SO MUCH FUN! Those are priceless, treasured moments we shared and I do not regret one second of them. We were closer then than ever and created more than a lifetime of memories in those 17 months. I treasure every one of them.






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