A little earlier this week the last batch of Mum’s medical records arrived. Their arrival, although it was a battle to get them, was received with a degree of uncertainty and I took about an hour before I opened them.
This is in essence the worse bundle. It is the first week of Mum’s hospitalization and the subsequent transfer back from Exeter to Torbay and thus represents the last 10 days of her life and the decisions that I had to make.
There is something very surreal of seeing the decisions made in black and white. I have wrestled this week; moments of self-doubt and emotion.
The plan is to painstakingly go through these current notes and assess the records and see if they confirm or deny my hunches.