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Hungry - Listening to: The Today Show
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Well, it's been a long month or so. My Mother In Law passed on Jan. 5th. She chose to stop dialysis and three days later was gone. My husband, Father In Law and the other two siblings were at the hospital during her last three days and he told me that she was in agony most of the time. Finally she was given sufficient amounts of pain meds so she wasn't in as much pain.
My Father In Law is now spending his days going through all of her belongings, which were many. She kept everything and had two closets full of clothes, plus clothes piled on the floor of the closets. They are gone now, he packed them up and donated them. Now he's going through all the other things she had. This is a long process because he is nearly blind now so he really cannot see what it is he is looking at so every so often he will ask me to identify some items. His vision is so bad that he was holding an 8 X 10 photo of his own son and couldn't tell who it was. And he is keeping lots of crap too. Junk jewlery, cards from 20 years ago, papers that are useless.
He has been very willing to ask for and accept assistance, which is a big change. I think he realizes his physical limitations and we are alot alike in that we like to keep busy. Being idle is not something that comes easy to either of us.
So my focus has been around home lately and I am happy to be able to be there for him and my husband. Although the entire family had gotten used to the fact that my Mother In Law was frequently in the hospital for lengthy stays, she always came home. I think that up until her last days the finality of her decision hit them. I do know that the Dr. spoke to her and told her that stopping the dialysis means she would die in days and he asked her "don't you want to stay here for your children and grandchildren?" and she said "no".
While helping my Father In Law go through her papers I found, in a small wire bound notebook, a diary of sorts that she wrote this past summer/fall. Most of it tracked how she was feeling physically, not being able to sleep, being in pain, being dizzy, things of that nature. But she also wrote how she really wanted to die. As long as I've known her, about 9 years, every time she would go into the hospital she would tell my husband "I should just die, go to sleep and never wake up" and he told me that she always said that to him when her health wasn't good, which was most of the time.
I find it sad that she couldn't find any reason to stay here. I have learned a great deal more about her after her death from relatives and friends. She used to be an active lively woman. Never got the hang of housework but she had friends and family who loved her. She liked to dance and dress up for halloween (they called her "The Queen of Halloween"!.....sound familiar?!), bowling was one of her favorite things as well as travelling. She was independent and could be stubborn (but I think that was a means of survival now that I know more about her history). The woman I knew was in declining health, showed no interest whatsoever in taking care of her health and spent a great deal of time in bed or in the hospital. I wish I could have known her as a younger woman, I think we would have had a better relationship.
Anyway, all of this got me thinking. What is it in me, or what is lacking in me, that I couldn't see past her choices and know her for herself? Why could she not accept what I had to offer? Why did she think I didnt love her (she wrote this in her diary)? Am I that judgemental? Do I lack compassion? I I like to think that I am not but this thought is like a scab that I keep picking at.