It’s hard watching a loved one go through hell just to live one more day, one more week; one more month.
I am sure there will be many of us out there just like me having to live and watch this same scenario. At the age of 83, there’s no point in my mind going through chemotherapy, to suffer all of its side effects just to live one more day.
I know life itself is a precious gift, but clutching to life in this way, not only brings more stress to the patient, but to his or her family as well. My thoughts are based on common sense and doing the right thing, even if the right thing means letting go.
This has nothing to do with my spiritual beliefs. My spiritual beliefs not only help me understand life and illness distinctively, it also helps me separate and understand the way forward even if moving forward isn’t to save a life, but to spare suffering of one.
I believe that the chemotherapy route my father chose with some help, has meant his body is slowly shutting down. He’s already having to deal with the mandatory side effects and is struggling to stand or walk now. He’s taken the slow route to what will be the inevitable stage, with anyone dealing with cancer and it gets harder to watch as the days go by.
If my father was 20 years younger with the same diagnosis, his chance of survival would be very good. Now as I watch him struggle to find a comforting place, I still believe this was the wrong route for him to go down.
I believe he needs peace and in my mind this isn’t where he’ll find it.