No you interpreted correctly. My father passed last January. Cancer, with Covid caught at a medical facility. He was admitted to a full hospital a few days before Christmas and passed away a month later. He went about as mercifully fast as he could have hoped.
We were invited to see him and here’s where I had a problem I’ll never resolve. I made the decision to NOT see him as he was nearing the end.
I totally understand your fury at being denied the opportunity I was given, because I would have wanted to do exactly the same as you. I DID want to. It was against every instinct I had as a human being to let him be alone.
But…
He wanted above all for my mom to be protected. He would have been furious if I were to endanger her. Or my husband or myself. Or get myself sick and not be able to take care of her. And my mom was just recovering from the hip replacement surgery he had fought so much bureaucracy to get for her.
I knew what my duty was.
I know I made the right call intellectually, the one he would have wanted. Especially because when the invitation was extended to see him, he was too far gone to be responsive and he would not want my mom to see him like that.
Some of the remarks of the medical staff kind of honestly guilt tripped me a little. They were saying the standard stuff about how people in a coma can still hear us and benefit. I know that’s true. But these were extraordinary circumstances. I couldn’t let that be a factor.
I don’t fault them for anything they said in those dark days. I know they were just running on empty at that point. Every day that I spoke to any medical staff whatsoever, I could hear nurses sobbing in the background. I could hear the strain in all their voices. The doctor who told me my dad wasn’t going to make it broke down and I had to comfort and encourage HIM. And I consider it an honor and a privilege to have been able to do so. I can’t imagine what those doctors and nurses saw and dealt with during that winter surge.
But they also confused me by saying even though it technically was against protocol because of the surge, but they could sort of sneak me and my mom in to see him.
Honestly that sounded…misguided. How do you sneak a disabled woman anywhere? I think the offer was misplaced compassion from an overworked nurse that probably would have resulted in us being stopped and turned back home had I tried to take them up on it.
I don’t FEEL I made the right call when my mother gets depressive spells because she didn’t get to see him and comfort him or say goodbye. But I KNOW I did the right thing. And she KNOWS it, too. But that knowing doesn’t stop the feelings.
I live with this dichotomy between emotion and reason that runs soul deep because I knew my dad very well. I know what he expected of me. I discharged my duty. My dad was a soldier in his heart and soul. He raised me to understand duty.
I did finally see him one last time in the funeral home to make the identification as required by law.
I didn’t say anything to him. I looked one last time at his face, saluted him and turned on my heel and walked out with my back straight and my head held high. Like he always told me to carry myself. Lol except I’m a slob who normally slouches a lot. But not then. Then I was paying my respects to my Sergeant.
No, I don’t quite have peace and may never have it. But in doing my absolute best in what the circumstances dictated, I honored my loved one and I believe that gave HIM peace.
He knew I was going to do my best. It didn’t have to be spectacular or what I would have done in better times. Like the medical staff surrounding him, I wasn’t perfect. I wasn’t ideal. But I gave all I could. My dad knew me well enough to know I would. That was his peace in lieu of my hand in his.
And I’m growing to accept that. And I hope you and everyone else who dealt with this scenario works toward acceptance that we did our human best under extraordinary conditions.
Remember not how they died but how they taught us to live.
And as for the living, always resolve to fix our messes with them. My dad was far from great. He was often a verbally abusive jerk. But we loved each other and he had his good points. He didn’t leave this earth nor did I let him leave it without making sure we talked our garbage out. Nothing was left unsaid. Burn the trash and leave the treasure. That’s what we did.
It’s what I am attempting to do with my mom now. It’s ridiculously hard being left with her to take care of and not him. But it’s an opportunity to burn away the garbage that I never would have gotten otherwise.
And on to your next point, yes goodness gracious I hate e sim with so much. What is this sorcery?
@jamezr articulated the situation with the carriers so beautifully many pages ago.
I love my 14 Pro Max but I deeply regret converting my physical sim to e sim. At least with a separate line for my Android phone I’ll be able to avoid the issues he dealt with. But I’m hanging on to physical sim for my Android phones. I hope Samsung doesn’t go the e sim route for a very long time.