My Mum is a born caregiver, and one of the ways in which her giving nature manifests itself is her desire to help the sick. Now she, unlike me, detested the sciences, so the post-secondary study of medicine was never exactly part of her plan. But despite a lack of official training, that woman can walk into a drugstore and within minutes select an over-the-counter product to cure what ails you based on the small-print dosages written on the sides of bottle. So when my Mum became seriously ill, to the point where any physical movement was more or less impossible, I felt lost. Even at 17-years-old, it had never occurred to me that there would come a time when my mother would no longer assume the role of the family caregiver, even in a case of her own illness.And what was this crippling disease? This may sound anti-climactic, but it was a bad case of pneumonia, a severe infection of both lungs which causes tissues damage and an increase of inflammatory fluids therein. These stressors can lead to significant respiratory distress, which can in turn lead to death. For eighteen days, my mother was immobile in bed, and for months afterward she continued to be unable to exert herself in the slightest. Of course, however difficult her illness might have been for our family, I am grateful that we live in a time when treatment is available and that we weren’t forced to deal with the much more difficult instance of her death, which might well have occurred just over 100 years ago.
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