“We bought her some fresh food and some Ensure, in hopes that she would be able to keep it down,” Heather said, “(and) we bought her what we could afford with the money — what we would call a cot in the United States — and a mattress to put on top.
“We brought it back to her home, and her two sons and two daughters came up to the truck, and, for the woman who brought them into this world, carried the bed down to her, so that she could be comfortably taken out of this world.”
Heather told me the woman’s oldest daughter began to cry as she talked about her.
The young woman had told her that her mother was going to see a doctor Monday, but without much hope. There had been talk of chemotherapy, but the cancer had spread too far.
“She told us that her mother knew she was dying, but she hadn’t quite accepted it yet and hadn’t said goodbye,” Heather said.
And the daughter had told her, “I can’t thank you enough for helping us. I’m just so happy to have something to make my mother’s last days comfortable.
“She’s had such a terrible, rough life.”
NEVER A BED
The lack of bed was not all, for Heather learned that the woman’s husband had beaten her severely throughout their marriage.
“To add insult to injury,” she told me, “he never allowed her to sleep in a bed. Her entire adult life, she slept in a chair.”
Here’s how Heather described what happened as the bed was brought into her home.
“... she couldn’t move, she couldn’t stand up, but she was very happy. Her face brightened up, and she smiled.
“She stretched her thin arm around me and gave me a hug.”