Two years ago, they suspected my uncle had cancer and two years later he is on his death bed dying of cancer.I don't know which is more devastating - his suffering and in tremendous pain or the loss of him dying.
My mother and I took a trip to Manitoba to see him for our final visit. I said my final words to him about being honored to be his niece, he will always be in my heart and he will be missed. His final words to me was "it'll be okay."
Now I sit and wait for the text that he is gone - the wait is not helping my anxiety much.
The final visit was important to me - he had a very positive impact in my life and I will never forget him. I will never forget the times he was there in my camp, when the chips were down and the times he would help me through a bad time. I will never forget when he would come to my city to visit, he would take the time and come and see me.
I wish I could be in Manitoba to help support him through this - though my obligations here must be attended to. (I have the training as a care aide and have worked with many terminal clients.)
So far, my emotional resolve has been strong and my mother is just a basket case. I am glad I can be there for her and be her rock to lean on during this tough time.
I wish my uncle peace soon as I don't want him to go through any more horrible pain and suffering.
Cynn out
PS. thanx for reading......I have got to go distract myself and sing my heart out tonight.