How do you look at someone you love more than life itself, and know it's time to say goodbye?
Believe me when I say I know that feeling. When my Nan was in hospital and we knew she wasn't coming back out, my mind was overwhelmed and conflicted with so many different thoughts. I spent as long as I physically could by her side, only sleeping for around 3 hours a night because I was terrified she'd go without me being there. At the same time though, I didn't want to be there; I didn't want that to be the final memory I had with her. I was also facing the fact that very soon she wouldn't be here anymore, and the guilt of shifting between hoping she'd just stay in the coma so she'd still be here, and the awful feeling that I just wanted it all to be over, haunted me.
One afternoon, one of the nurses looking after her sat me down and told me I needed to go home and rest. I told him I couldn't because I had to be with her when it happened. I needed her to know I was there, and if I made the wrong decision and went home and she passed away, I'd never forgive myself. In reality I was debating far more than that and I think he knew it. The advice he gave me just seemed to address all my questions:
I don't think I can be there but I love them so I should be.
How do I make the right decision?
What would they do? What would they want? Will they think I don't love them? Will other people think I don't love them? Am I bad person?
Do I owe it to them to be there?
Can I live with myself if I'm not there?
Can I live with the memory if I am there?
I feel too guilty to take care of myself when I just don't know how long they have.
It's not about me and how I feel.
Can someone else just tell me what to do?
Do I have time?
I can't go home to rest, I need to be there, as long as it takes.
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