Every step in the recovery process was delicate and had a potential setback, every remedy had a potential side effect.
I quickly learned that hospitals abide by their own set of rules and not at all in tune with my expectations as a caregiver.
I lay there thinking about all the questions about dad’s health– there were still no answers.
I had entered the caregiver ring, stepped inside and rose to the bell to fight alongside my dad and family. We were determined to find out what was wrong with him and get him better. But it wouldn’t be that easy.
I wondered if this would indeed be the time. And would I be too late to say goodbye?
I asked that I could have at least one more connection with him, that I could tell him I love him and that he’d know that love was coming from me.
Physicians and family members must find the courage and compassion to talk about dying before it’s too late.