Friday, February 11, 2011
I hate remembering him like that, but the reality is that it's part of our journey. Cancer takes such a horrible toll on a person. When thoughts of Michael's last days come to mind, I have to remind myself that he has now overcome that thanks to what Jesus has done for us. He's been redeemed body and soul. When I see him again, he will be young and strong and filled with joy. I can hardly wait to behold that!
It was this day last year that our oncologist told us there was nothing more he could do for Michael, and that he recommended that we arrange for hospice care. As devastating as it was to hear those words, it didn't come as a huge surprise as he was struggling for breath and he'd lost so much weight. I remember Michael leading us in the Lord's Prayer once the doctor left the room, and there were many tears shed.
From that point on, I began my leave from work and took care of Michael around the clock. Family and friends were constantly coming and going for short visits and to bring us meals. That was a blessing and a curse in many ways. I have some good memories of sweet visits with people who cared for us both, and painful memories of insensitive individuals who came with their own agendas. I've learned that crises either bring out the best or the worst in people.
His fight only lasted another three weeks, and I'm grateful that he didn't have to suffer longer than that.