For Monster Munch.....
As indicated before, my mother died very suddenly. It was a coronary thrombosis (I think that was the technical term), basically a DVT went on a little journey from her leg to her heart. All in the matter of around 14 hours. Said ‘see ya later’ to her as I went off to work in the morning, never saw her again. She was admitted to hospital that day, but we were told not to panic, everything would be fine, under control etc etc…..
Unfortunately, things weren’t under control and they had to transfer her, in ambulance, to our major hospital (that deals with these things, funny she didn’t go there first! Questions were asked, but doctors know best apparently……) Whilst transferring, clot moves through heart, massive CPR given, no result, bye bye mum. (also spooky, she told us many years before that a psychic had said she would die a violent death – thanks for that Ms Psychic, something to live with until your UNTIMELY VIOLENT DEATH – but I can just imagine that it wouldn’t have been pleasant if she was in anyway aware.)
So, blissfully unaware this is happening, I am home, in bed, in my jammies, reading my book (possibly Stephen King) when one of our cats, who was my mother’s favourite cat, started up with some scary and mournful yowling. Not your normal ‘get out of my yard or I’ll beat you up’ yowling, but it freaked me out so I went to call her in but couldn’t find her, no amount of calling would bring her in. She stopped after a short time, but still wouldn’t come in.
Then the phone rang. It was the hospital. My dad answered it, said ‘alright then, I’ll be there soon’ and hung up. He then told me he had to go to the hospital, mum wasn’t well and they asked him to come in. He left, I freaked out, rang the boyfriend and got him to come down to keep me company. I had no idea what was going on, and the idea she could die was not even in my thoughts.
When he arrived he made us a cup of tea, and we were sitting in the kitchen and there was a cardboard box sitting away from us on a cupboard. Noises started to come from it like somebody was playing around with the top folds of the box, and with the sticky tape that seals it. This went on for a minute or so, and I thought there was a mouse or something in it. Boyfriend got up to look and as he approached, it stopped. He looked in there, nothing apart from the tops that had been folded in and the sticky. No mouse, nothing seen escaping from it, nothing.
I then rang the hospital (for I am impatient and I don’t like not knowing). They put me through to emergency, they put my dad on the phone, who told me that mum had died. (as nicely as he possibly could under the circumstances, poor guy, and she had actually died before they rang home so he went in to see his dead wife. Not nice).
So as I said before, it was much later after that I remembered the strange happenings and came to the conclusion that she had come back for a final goodbye. No hugs, no cold spots, no sheets with holes for eyes, just unexplained stuff. Makes me wonder though if there is that moment just after death when you become a free spirit and then…….who knows?
I like to think that there are different dimensions in time and space, and sometimes they meet/cross over. That would be cool. I’ve been watching too much Dr Who……
(Monkee girl not a monkee, not a girl, Tue 18 Sep 2012, 0:48, 12 replies)

My mum died suddenly too
Before then she was on various prescription medication including half a soluble aspirin which she took every morning in a glass of water about 9:30. The morning after she died I got up, made my bed, had breakfast (Although as you can imagine I did not really feel like eating much that morning ) Then took the dog for a walk. When I returned home about 9 am I went into my bedroom and spotted something on the duvet in the middle of the bed. It was half an aspirin tablet! To this day I don't know how that got there, I don't even take aspirin so it was not mine.
(Mackeson_drinker, Tue 18 Sep 2012, 6:43, closed)

So you're saying you stole your mother's medication?
Was there a large inheritance to be had?
( BraynDedd Natasha Kaplinsky's labia majora, Tue 18 Sep 2012, 7:46, closed)

It took my mum 2 years to die
from when they 1st found the secondaries in her lungs (didn't even need to bother looking for the primary), to when it finally managed to make huge spoldges inside her brain. All the while she went thru the cycle of chemo/radio, get sick, just start to feel a bit better, have more chemo/radio. She did manage to just finish her PhD in that time tho - but it probably helped to kill her.

I'm sorry to hear about your mum, no disrespect intended but on balance I'd rather go out with a bang than a whimper.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Tue 18 Sep 2012, 8:47, closed)

^ this
No chance to sort things out or say goodbye, but it must be more than made up for that you don't get a drawn out, increasingly painful period leading to a death that you and the family are effectively just counting down the days to.
( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Tue 18 Sep 2012, 11:45, closed)

Maybe, but at least you have the time to mentally prepare for the inevitable.

When someone you love dies suddenly, it can take years and years for the full impact to register, and during that time your emotions are so unpredictable, you turn into a completely different person which can alienate other loved ones.

I guess what I'm saying is that there's no 'better' way to lose someone you love.
(BinDipper, Tue 18 Sep 2012, 12:33, closed)

Yeah I've seen that side of the coin too,
albeit not a "family" member. See my post below.

Still stick with what I said - as long as it relatively quick and not too messy I'd go for quick & cheesy over long & drawn out any day.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Tue 18 Sep 2012, 13:05, closed)

I'd rather a loved one died quickly, painlesly and unexpectedly to them.
I'm big enough and ugly enough to sort myself out, or not, fuck how it may affect me mentally I don't want anyone I love to die slowly in pain and sorrow.
(Me, I'm not... in any way intoxicated, Tue 18 Sep 2012, 13:53, closed)

Worth a read:
news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/magazine/7564061.stm
not aimed at you btw, just thought it was relevant to this thread
( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Tue 18 Sep 2012, 14:13, closed)

That is very depressing.
But vaguely hopeful too. I do hope the law can work to make things easier for people in horrible situations.
(Me, I'm not... in any way intoxicated, Tue 18 Sep 2012, 22:29, closed)

I've seen both sides
Dad had bone cancer diagnosed about ten years after Mum died, took him six months to depart this mortal coil from diagnosis. But he was so prepared to go. I wouldn't say he was religious, but he had 'faith'. He said he was fine with it and anyway he wanted to see Mum again(bless). It went to his brain, and he reverted to a small child, to the point where in hospital we would feed him like a baby (open mouth, spoon in, wipe chin). Thankfully the last few days he was pretty much unconscious. Zapped out on morphine. A few strange things happened around this time, but probably more our imagination than spiritual. But, who knows.........
Neither way is nice nor easy........
(Monkee girl not a monkee, not a girl, Wed 19 Sep 2012, 0:46, closed)

Thanks,
I think.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Thu 20 Sep 2012, 10:08, closed)

Personally I'd file this under
"You get what you asked for."

But, that's just me.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Thu 20 Sep 2012, 10:34, closed)