Being my mother’s medical proxy, I was going to break the heart, but I will do all this again

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On August 22, 2024, I received a text message from my mother. He decided to go to the emergency room. The back pain she had been having back pain for the last one month had become unbearable.

I offered a 40 -minute drive to the hospital to sit with him. He told me that he had nothing more than a drawn muscles to travel on the one who suspected him.

I do not want to impose, I respected his wishes and stayed at home.

I wish I was not.

The mother went to the hospital that night thinking that it was a minor injury and the next morning went out with the diagnosis of stage 4 matestic lung cancer, which had spread to her spine and crushed one of her vertebrae.

For a whole month, she was walking with a broken back.

For this news, we had time to sink this news, before the phone started ringing from the doctors’ offices and the hospitals informed us about the next stages.

Participating in medical appointments with mother was not a new event.

18 months ago he was detected idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis (IPF), I was going with her regularly with her.

The IPF is defined as a chronic lung disease by the Canadian Lung Association that causes irreversible scars or “fibrosis” of the lung tissue. As the scarring deteriorates, the lungs become hard and it becomes more difficult to breathe.

Before her diagnosis, I had never heard of IPF. I spent a lot of time to research the disease, so that we expect to gain better understanding of what we were doing. The most complicated of whatever I have learned came from a straight mother. Twenty -nine years ago, in December 1993, her mother passed through the same disease.

Average life expectancy for someone with IPF In the absence of lung transplantation, it is three to five years of diagnosis.

We knew where things were going for my mother. Cancer accelerated only unavoidable.

In early September, we saw more time spending more time inside the hospital. The frequency of appointments increased while the mother’s stamina and vitality decreased. Several times a week, I found myself standing with my arms, crossing the doctors with questions, copying a level of concern I learned him from the years of watching it doing so for my children.

My brother and I were the whole world of mother. It was reflected in anxious body language, whenever we did not find anything, he tried his best to hide it.

He always crossed his arms while talking to doctors. It was not until I was not older that I realized why he did it. She was hiding her hand shaking her hand. Even in her weakest moments, she was getting stronger for us.

Most of us expect to take care of our parents at some point. I did not just expect to do so in my 30s. Anyway, not for mother.

My father suffers from a numerous already existing and self-inspired health conditions. There was always an unspecified awareness that something bad could happen later. To think that I did not cross my mind that the mother would be soon.

By September 22, 2024, nearly two weeks had passed because the mother had eaten or drunk more than a couple of protein shake. She could not walk anymore and was sleeping more than that.

I told him that it is time to go to the hospital. She was very weak to protest. I assisted him in the car and for the first time, in fact he felt the weight of how weak he had become.

Waiting for admission, mother said something that immediately broke me into a cold sweat.

“Birds are flying around the room. Can you see them?” He asked.

I dug through a huge folder of the pamphlets and info sheets given by my doctor, until I found what I was seeing: a medical instruction.

A medical instruction allows the patient to hand over to someone else to decide about their care.

While we were waiting for the doctor, we talked about his wishes. We agreed that father’s love for him, combined with his tendency to decide the grain, may not be the best fit in this situation. We did not want to add any additional stress to our younger brother, whose first child was in early December. So, the honor naturally fell to me.

I signed the form, knowing that it would eventually be relevant, but thinking that I had time to prepare.

I did not.

On 25 September, I received a call from the hospital in which I was informed that my mother had declined and I need to reach there as soon as possible. The same 40-minus drive that I did not choose to barely a month ago became the most important journey of my life. On the way to the hospital, I stopped to take my mother’s niece for additional support.

My brother, his heavy pregnant companion, and my father reached soon.

Mom was transitioning to a small separation chamber between deep sleep and partially attractive moments.

She knew who we were and why we were there, but not much.

I came to know that due to mother’s delirium, all decisions about her care will be postponed to me.

The doctor asked if his heart stops or he could not breathe freely, then what kind of life-saving remedies should be taken into consideration.

The child wanted to shout in me, “This is my mother, do whatever you have to do to save her!” But this is because I was her child that I knew that she was not what she wanted.

I faced the most important decision of my life, and the only person I wanted could not help.

Eventually, I decided that treatment should be to keep it comfortable. In the morning hours of the next day, with both of us in the room, the woman who saw me breathed my first breath. She was 62 years old.

He was light, love and selflessness. He spent decades to go up and beyond for the people around him and never asked anything in return.

When I was 16 years old, all his free time for hundreds of dollars and all his free time was spent on sewing a dress from me, only two weeks before me to break with my lover two weeks before prom. When I told him that I do not need the dress that he had worked so hard, instead of furious, he hugged me and asked if I was fine. She was just who she was.

So when I needed care, I did not hesitate to step. Without my departure, she was preparing me for her whole life. To serve it was blueprint how she shows unconditional love and understanding. His influence built the foundation on which I live my life.

I wanted to make sure that he spent his last week in the same warmth he gave to others independently.

Although the last chapter of the story of his life is over, his legacy ends as long as I take his best parts within me.

I am honored for his episode.

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