A case I recall particularly vividly was a man in his late 90s who had end stage dementia to the point that he couldn’t interact with his environment or even sp

A case I recall particularly vividly was a man in his late 90s who had end stage dementia to the point that he couldn’t interact with his environment or even speak. His limbs were contracted and he was permanently in a kind of fetal position. He was fed through a tube but was still severely malnourished. He had a line of bed sores starting from his coccyx extending up to his middle thoracic spine and most of the bones and ligaments could be clearly seen. The only real signs of life were moaning when he was turned in bed. I saw him in the icu where he was being treated for these incurable bed sores and bone infections. To me it was pure torture and his poor nurse was new to the job and broke down sobbing one day after she had to turn and clean his wounds. It was terrible for all of us. I would never want anything other than comfort care for me or my family in that situation but the families religion dictated that we continue.