My sister's just been trached three days ago. That or death. She's spent a horrific month at hospital waiting for the surgery while she was breathing heavily 24/24 with a lot of O2 on her vent. We all the family thought it was the end since it was her desire. "Please let me die peacefully, I can't stand this no more" said with the help of her IPad while one of us held the only hand she's able to slightly move. Besides she had a big sore on her nose beacuse of the mask. We all were afraid of the anesthesia because she was too weak, and the moment when they took her to the operating room was awful as she wanted a relative to stay with her wich is absolutely forbidden.
But three hours later they allowed some of us to visit her at the ICU where she was sleeping peacefully without the nasty mask. It was so long we couldn't contemplate my sister's face that we felt so happy (I have to say that my sister is quite beautiful, and it's not "sister's love". One of her hospital nurse, when he lifted the mask to wash her mouth said "damn! what a pretty face!").
Now, three days after surgery she's much more happy and calm. She's still at hospital and we hope next week she can go home. Meanwhile, her hospital room sometimes reminds me
this since we are three sisters, two brothers, a pair of parents, four children, lots of cousins, aunts, uncles, nefews and friends, an only husband plus nurses and carers. Our hope, of course, is she can bear the illness till they found a cure and in the meantime making her impossible to desire death again.
Cristina