Well, she made the decision today to go into Hospice tonight. She made the decision with a sound mind, and knows the implication.
Here is some background, briefly. About 5 years ago, she was diagnosed with leukemia. I forget the exact term, it was something like acute monoleukocitic somethingorother. I’d recocnize the term if I saw it. I don’t feel like searching for a link right now, you understand… Anyway, it was described as among the worst types of leukemia you can get, and the docs gave her less than a 50% survival chance. Less than two years after her initial diagnosis, she went into remission. Her doctor called her his miracle child. Life was good. Three years, cancer free.
Shortcut to November 2003. She was diagnosed again with leukemia. Same type, and they began chemo within two days. She was able to come home for a few weeks around the holidays and live with me and my wife and son. It was better than I thought it would be. Around the beginning of January, she developed pneumonia. This made things difficult. Without chemo, she couldn’t get healthy white blood cells. Without healthy white cells, she couldn’t fight the pneumonia. Vicious circle.
Chemo was ineffective. The leukemia cells had slightly mutated and were immune to the two different types used.
The doctors told her that she had no healthy marrow left in her body, and that her prospects were bleak. Being in a great deal of pain, she decided that she would rather die with dignity than suffer through more rounds of ineffective treatments. We think that this was a pretty corageous decision. She is able to make the decision to live the rest of her life comfortably, and not suffering. We don’t look at this decision as a death-wish, rather as a life wish. She has chosen to take a brief period of comfort and peace before she passes on, rather than months of pain and agony. This is a choice many people are not given.
My brother, uncle, and I got together tonight and basically planned her funeral. We know most of her wishes, and made a few other decisions. It was not the easiest time. My father died suddenly of a heart attack 8 years ago. He went quickly and painlessly. My mom suffers for months. Neither is easier to watch. My uncle took my grandfather to see her tonight. He made his peace and said goodbye. Tough old bird, that man. Buried the love of his life for over 60 years two years ago, and now he will be burying his daughter shortly. I can’t imagne what he’s feeling.
The hospice will be good. She’s making the right decision. I will miss her.