My brother called me this morning. He said mom wasn't able to swallow anything yesterday and we have to make some decisions. He wanted to know what was my sense of what she would want. We both agreed that she would not want extreme interventions. And that she is ready. So they'll just keep offering her food and liquids and let her decide. Apparently she ate porridge quite well this morning. She even seemed hungry after yesterday. Now she is sleeping again.
Life is heartbreakingly short, and we don't realize it till the end. Perhaps that is a grace.