We had almost forgotten about Mrs Doherty when suddenly Maggie came screaming out of the side ward. ‘Sister, Sister, come quickly. Something’s happened.’
The staff nurse was there before me. She said, as I entered, ‘I think it’s another stroke. I’ve called the doctor, but of course our team is in theatre. One of the medics will come.’
One look was enough to confirm Staffs assessment. Mrs Doherty had slithered from her chair, and was slumped on the floor. Her eyes were wide open, but her pupils had receded upwards, and only the whites were showing. Her mouth, hanging to the right side, was open, and copious frothy fluid poured from it.
Maggie was sobbing and holding her mother in her arms. Priscilla was leaning against the wall, her face as white as a sheet. She was struggling to control her breathing, and her eyes were staring horrified at her mother.
‘My God, we are going to have two strokes on our hands, if we are not careful,’ I thought, and went over to her.
‘Would you please go to the office and ring your brother, Jamie? Tell him to come, because this looks serious.’ Giving someone in a state of shock a job to do is usually the best way of dealing with the situation.
I whispered to a nurse, ‘Go and ask the ward maid to make some strong coffee for that lady. She’s going to need it. Then prepare a lumbar puncture trolley.’
Two porters were just entering the ward to take the next patient to theatre. It was fortuitous. I called them in to help us lift Mrs Doherty on to the bed and shortly afterwards the medical registrar arrived. She said, ‘We must sedate to stop these muscular spasms, then I will do a lumbar puncture.’ I said that the trolley was ready. We turned the patient, and doctor inserted the long needle between the third and fourth lumbar vertebrae. The fluid draining out was heavily bloodstained. ‘We can assume another haemorrhage. This patient belongs to your team, not ours. She must be seen by Miss Jenner.’
Maggie was in the room – she refused to leave her mother – and asked how long that would be. I said that Miss Jenner was in theatre and the list was due to finish at 1 p.m. It was then 12 noon. Mrs Doherty was deeply unconscious, breathing noisily and very slowly. Her pulse and blood pressure were very low. I thought, This is it. She won’t survive this one, and said to Maggie, ‘We must keep your mother very quiet. I am sure you will want to stay with her.’ She nodded tearfully.
In the office, Priscilla was looking a bit better. She said that her brother Jamie was on his way and that they would see Miss Jenner together.
Jamie arrived at about 12.30. Theatre closed slightly ahead of time, and Miss Jenner came straight to the ward, still in her theatre clothes. I accompanied her into Mrs Doherty’s room and Jamie and Priscilla joined us.
Miss Jenner examined her patient and said exactly what the registrar had said: ‘A second cerebral haemorrhage has occurred.’ She said no more. Maggie sat by the window, crying quietly. Priscilla stood by the door, looking tense. Jamie stared at them both, and said:
‘I don’t think any further treatment should be attempted.’
Maggie sobbed quietly. ‘But she will die, Jamie,’ she said in a tiny voice.
‘She will, and it will be for the best.’
‘How can you say that? For the best! What a wicked thing to say. Our darling Mummy!’ Her voice was rising.
The accusation stung. ‘I’m not wicked. I’m being realistic.’
‘I hate you. Realistic! At such a time!’
‘Don’t create another scene, Maggie,’ interrupted Priscilla.
‘You cold fish,’ she shouted. ‘I suppose you want Mummy to die also – then you won’t have to come and see her. Is that it?’
‘I decline to answer. You are getting hysterical again.’
‘I’d rather be hysterical than cold and heartless like you two.’
Miss Jenner and I looked at one another. This was not the time or the place for a family row. Miss Jenner turned to Maggie and said gently: ‘Your brother is probably right. The time has come to let go, and allow your mother to die in peace.’
Maggie looked up with unspeakable anguish.
‘Let go? She is all I have. She was getting on so well – almost talking to me. I was beginning to understand what she was saying, and she understood every word I said.’
Maggie sobbed quietly into a wet handkerchief, and Jamie gave her his, and put his arm around her. No one spoke for a moment, and between sobs she continued, ‘I’ve been getting the downstairs room ready for her – it’s all so pretty, just as she would want it.’ She looked up at Miss Jenner. ‘Is there nothing you can do?’
Miss Jenner did not answer. The silence in the room was tense. The sound of stertorous breathing from Mrs Doherty seemed unusually loud.
Then Priscilla spoke. ‘Is there anything you can do to relieve my mother’s condition, Miss Jenner?’ Her voice was precise, and demanded an answer.
‘I could do another cranial exploration,’ she said quietly.
‘Then it must be done.’
‘No,’ said Jamie, ‘I won’t allow it. She has gone through enough already.’
‘It must be done,’ Priscilla retorted.
‘Why? In God’s name, why?’
‘Because it can be done,’ Priscilla said.
‘I do not advise it,’ said Miss Jenner. ‘I cannot be confident that she will survive a second operation.’
‘There you are, Priscilla,’ Jamie said, ‘Medical advice is against operation.’
Priscilla ignored him, and spoke to Miss Jenner.
‘Will she survive without operation?’
‘It is unlikely. In fact, I must answer no, she will not.’
‘When is her demise likely to occur?’
‘That is more difficult to predict.’
‘Days? Weeks?’
‘Oh no, not weeks. Maybe later today, or during the night.’
Maggie screamed, ‘No, oh no, no, please!’
‘So the balance in favour of survival is to operate?’
‘Yes, it is.’
‘Then it must be done.’
Jamie confronted his elder sister. ‘I don’t agree, and I will not give my consent to operation.’
‘Your consent will not be necessary. I will give mine.’
Maggie jumped up, her tears stopped, her face hopeful.
‘Oh Priscilla, you’re wonderful. Can it be done, Miss Jenner? Can you save Mummy?’
‘I cannot guarantee it.’
‘But you can try, can’t you? And I will look after her when she leaves hospital. I want to look after her.’
Jamie was exasperated. ‘You just want something to fill your empty life.’
‘Don’t be so beastly. You just want her out of the way.’
Miss Jenner interrupted. ‘Please. You can settle your differences elsewhere.’
Jamie looked furious. ‘I don’t want her “out of the way”, as you put it. I just want what is best for her.’
‘And you think it’s best for her to die? You … you
She turned to Miss Jenner. ‘Please, oh please try’
‘I cannot guarantee a successful outcome, and therefore I am reluctant to operate,’ the surgeon said.
‘What is the balance in favour?’ asked Priscilla.
‘I would say about fifty-fifty Not more.’
‘Then it must be attempted.’
‘No,’ said Jamie, ‘It would be going too far. Why are you so keen on a second operation, Priscilla, when it is against medical advice?’