It is hard watching a loved one go through difficulties just trying to live one more day, one more week, or 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. When someone is 83, there is no point in my mind, going through chemotherapy, to suffer all of its side effects just to be able to live one more day?
I know life itself is a precious gift, but clutching to life in this way, may not only bring more stress to the patient, but to his or her family as well. My thoughts are based on doing what’s right, even if means us having to let go. That’s hard.
My spiritual beliefs help me understand that. They help me understand life and illness, they also help me separate and understand the way forward, even if moving forward isn’t to save a life, but to spare the suffering of one.
The chemotherapy route my father chose means his body is slowly shutting down. He’s already having to deal with some of its 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’s getting harder to watch.
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 believe this was the wrong route for him to go down.
He needs peace and in my mind this isn’t where he’ll find it.