Some of you may remember a post I made in October last year about my friend who went into hospital in September to have a knee replacement because her kneecap had crumbled due to rheumatoid arthritis. This was eventually done, but after a month and several infections it showed no signs of healing. It was decided that an amputation was her only option. This was done, and from then on she has had many other infections, she has had both Covid and flu twice, bladder infections from a catheter, and worse of all post operative psychosis which I’ve never even heard of. This apparently was caused by her having to have seven general anaesthetics to drain her wound. Over the course of time she developed dementia. Eventually on Sunday she was diagnosed with sepsis and she died on Monday night. While I'm obviously relieved that her awful suffering is over, I’m just so sad that she had an unhappy life and an awful death, she was a lovely person. Why can life be so cruel? Sorry, I hope this isn’t too depressing but needed to have a rant.
