Thank you Purple Rain. Means a lot to me.
These are very long strange days. For some reason I have been reluctant to write anything here on my story thread and I don't really know why. But, well, my family and I are going through an intense time in life as our elderly mother is dying. Mum was diagnosed with advanced pancreatic cancer not quite two weeks ago.
I am the only child living in the area and I am mum's legal power-of-attorney though I have full dialogue with one of my sisters when making decisions. So many decisions, so many discussions, so many things to deal with. Plus all the emotions from people which is very draining.
Mum is very comfortable and mentally alert at this stage. She has a stunning medical and palliative team caring for her. We are taking a pathway of "comfort, compassion and kindness".
Each day seems like a month. There are moments which I will never forget. Like yesterday I was with mum - reading the newspaper to her (mum is about 50% blind) - when a nurse popped into the room to tell mum she was off for the weekend and just wanted to say "bye and I'll see you on Monday." Such kindness of her face. This is what life is about.
I try to do stuff for mum which brings comfort. Yesterday we did some simple beauty things. Mum reckons she’d like her nails painted so I’ll grab some nail-polish and do my best to not get the stuff all over the show. Red or pale pink? Maybe a pearly shade? Mum can choose. We play her favourite music. We are relaxed and at peace together.
You know how it is often said "just be in the moment, the now"? I am there. Each moment is defined and perfect, no matter what it contains. I just sit with each moment, if that makes sense. Each moment has value for exactly what it is, no matter what. I just show up for mum, without any barriers, without anything that deters from peace or comfort and spend time with her. Sometimes I just sit quietly as she sleeps. She sleeps a lot now. I read. She sleeps. I leave a note for the nurses to read to her if she does not wake when I am there.
I have no idea what I am doing and it actually doesn’t seem to matter. This is mum’s journey and I just follow her lead. I’ve never watched my mother fading away before. I have never done this before. It is truly one moment, one day, at a time.
It is said that dying teaches a lot about life. Mum is teaching me things I cannot, yet, define.
So this is life. There is peace. There is sadness. There is laughter. There is music. There is chocolate. There is love. And cups of tea, held gently to her mouth. There are conversations about stuff that really matters and conversations about not-much-at-all.
She gave me so much. Only now am I seeing it all, feeling it all. It is intense, it is authentic. The past no longer impacts and there is enormous gratitude.
I’m struggling to find the words to describe this journey with my mother. I am often quite exhausted and mindfully working on self-care – trying to eat well, drink plenty of water (hospitals are very dehydrating places) and consciously taking “time out”. The thing is it doesn't matter – what matters is mum and loving her as she takes this journey. It only matters that I stay strong and healthy so I can show up and be the best I can be. Or something like that.
The greatest gift in life is love. No matter what happens in a life, no matter what words are used, when it is all stripped back to the pure essence it is all about love. I live this. No matter what anyone says, or does, or throws at me. Love disarms the cranky, it soothes the suffering, it brings sense to the bullshit.
And so, with love, the campaign to get my cat into the hospital for a visit with mum begins…