Author: Han tt
Recognizing the physical changes that may appear when an older adult is approaching the end of life can be painful but it is also deeply important for families and caregivers. It’s not about predicting exactly how much time remains. Instead, it’s about noticing signs that the body is gradually slowing down and preparing for its final stage. Below are four common signs often seen in the last phase of life: 1. Loss of appetite and reduced fluid intake One of the earliest and most noticeable changes is a decreased desire to eat or drink. As the body requires less energy,…
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