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May 8, 2015 By Bill

Desat

Desat is a word I need to get used to hearing, apparently. My mom’s oxygen level got to around 88 percent last night. The staff tried giving her oxygen. She, of course, wouldn’t take it.

A conference between the hospital nursing staff and hospice this morning agreed that she isn’t in imminent danger. But they’ve ordered oxygen anyway, just to be safe.

Not sure what this means. She’s in hospice to meet her maker. Why prolong the inevitable? Please don’t read this as wanting my Mom to die. But her wishes are no resuscitation – how is this different? I mean, I get the difference but how is it materially different?

Resuscitation is necessary when your heart stops. Your heart will stop without oxygen…so conflicted right now.

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