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She had woken thirsty, and I’d just squeezed a syringeful of water into her mouth because she didn’t have the energy to sit up, though mentally she was clearly still absolutely “with it”, as she would have said. It was as peaceful and as kind a death as I think it might be possible to have. The curtains were open because she liked to see out. All of our energy had been thrown into life: how to minimise pain, how to make her comfortable.What you need to know is this: if a person has not seen their GP in the 14 days preceding their death, or is not seen by them immediately afterwards, the case must be referred to the coroner. If the death happens outside surgery hours – in the night, say, or at the weekend – and you reach for the phone and find yourself visited by a different doctor, even one from the same practice, the case will go to the coroner. “It is really to make sure, if the person is not seen by a doctor who has cared for them as a patient, that the correct cause of death is entered on the death certificate,” explains a Home Office spokesman.As for the coroner, what really bothered us was the prospect of a post mortem.
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She wasn’t frightened of dying – “Not one jot” – but she was afraid of the pain and panic of struggling for air and not being able to get it. We wanted now some quiet time in the house, hanging out with Grandma, to collect ourselves. Then she explained that she must now call the duty undertakers (not, note, the undertakers of our choice), who would come immediately to cart my grandma off to the morgue at the local hospital awaiting the coroner’s decision – at which point all hell broke loose.
That’s why, when we heard her breathing change at 5am on that Sunday morning, we called the emergency ACCT team. Following protocol, they called out the duty doctor, who was not from my grandmother’s local practice. My mother, the most gentle soul you can imagine, stood in the doorway and hissed: “Over my dead body. I’m not going through all this to send her straight back there.” And I got worked up, partly because it was too early to have her stretchered out under a dust sheet – she was still warm, for goodness’ sake, and whatever happened to sitting with the body in the front room? We wanted time and we wanted choice – of undertakers, of how this death was managed, of how we conducted ourselves in the minutes and hours immediately following it. It may not sound like much unless you have ever sat with someone you cared about and watched as the life struggled out of them.