My grandmother's desperate pleading to me. my mom, my uncle, anyone in range to come take her hands and help her up so she can go back home to Cuba. She can barely stand, and can't walk at all.
The stifled tears in my uncle's voice when the tries to explain to her yet again that she's killing herself and that she needs to eat literally anything if she's going to get my better.
Intubation is still an option, but I don't know if he'll take it or if he should. (To paraphrase my stepfather, "We intubated my mother, and got six months with a vegetable."
Anyway, things are complex -- she was abusive, but was also very good to me in many ways, and she's been in a lot of pain for some time now. So my feelings are often contradictory.