The machine can no longer detect mum's pulse. Even the nurse has difficulty taking her heart rate. Mum's still breathing, and there's a gasping sound every five, six seconds or so as she exhales. She's in a sleeping state. Even the nurse is unsure where people are at this stage in life. The carer joked mum is choosing her path, trying to decide which is the smoothest course.
"Being human is a lot of suffering," I added, "Go, go smoothly..."
"Stay here tonight," the nurse told my brother, "Watch her breathing, for that's the most accurate. At the end there will be a change in the breathing."
Tonight... Maybe this is the night.
We are all here with you, mum...
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