A Coronavirus Blessing: We Were Together When My Grandmother Died
DURHAM, N.H. — Cannula has to be one of the most beautiful words in the English language — it also represents an object I hate, and lines interrupting a face I know and love. When my grandmother struggled with breathing, I couldn’t help but think that this transparent tube was at fault. I should have given the cannula more credit. Its passageway connected to a machine that, as it hummed and whirred, kept her alive.
My grandmother died early Tuesday morning, after declining for weeks. It wasn’t the coronavirus, but our response was shaped by it. Hospice facilities across the country are each setting their own policies to prevent the spread of the virus, and at the ones we called near my parents’ home in New Hampshire, no one, not even my grandfather, would …continued .
[Source: New York Times]