VanKitten
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I want to share the sweetest story.
It has become increasingly clear that we (myself, my Dad, and my Mom) are moving closer by noticeable steps toward hospice and the final days with my Dad.
This is a great sadness for me. The tough decisions are left to me. My Dad has passed the point of dementia where he is not even really there any more. So, I hold his health care proxy. My choices now are constantly between qualitiy of life and risks, knowing that each time I choose to make his life easier now the cost of that risk is a foreshortened life.
When I arrived here to help my Mom, I never realized that it was my Dad in far greater need.
Today Mom told me that it is her desire to join me in an RV and hit the road when my Dad passes.
This is simply the sweetest thing anyone has offered to do for me.
She knows my deep seated need to be a nomad, and she is offering to sacrifice what is left of her life to see I am not held down one day longer than necessary. Nomadic life is not really her wish, it is her wish to not cause me any more stress and grief.
The temptation to take her at her word is overwhelming. Yet, I know with her medical conditions she would not long survive. She is too old to handle constant change and the uncertainties of life on the road. The stress would kill her.
No one has ever expressed their love for me in a deeper or meaningful way than this.
It has become increasingly clear that we (myself, my Dad, and my Mom) are moving closer by noticeable steps toward hospice and the final days with my Dad.
This is a great sadness for me. The tough decisions are left to me. My Dad has passed the point of dementia where he is not even really there any more. So, I hold his health care proxy. My choices now are constantly between qualitiy of life and risks, knowing that each time I choose to make his life easier now the cost of that risk is a foreshortened life.
When I arrived here to help my Mom, I never realized that it was my Dad in far greater need.
Today Mom told me that it is her desire to join me in an RV and hit the road when my Dad passes.
This is simply the sweetest thing anyone has offered to do for me.
She knows my deep seated need to be a nomad, and she is offering to sacrifice what is left of her life to see I am not held down one day longer than necessary. Nomadic life is not really her wish, it is her wish to not cause me any more stress and grief.
The temptation to take her at her word is overwhelming. Yet, I know with her medical conditions she would not long survive. She is too old to handle constant change and the uncertainties of life on the road. The stress would kill her.
No one has ever expressed their love for me in a deeper or meaningful way than this.