I learned about a lot
of things in medical school, but mortality wasn’t one of them. Although I was
given a dry, leathery corpse to dissect in my first term, that was solely a way
to learn about human anatomy. Our textbooks had almost nothing on aging or frailty
or dying. How the process unfolds, how people experience the end of their
lives, and how it affects those around them seemed beside the point. The way we
saw it, and the way our professors saw it, the purpose of medical schooling was
to teach how to save lives, not how to tend to their demise. The one time I
remember discussing mortality was during an hour we spent on The Death of Ivan
Ilyich, Tolstoy’s classic novella. [Atul
Gawande, Being
Mortal: Medicine and What Matters in the End]
I had a scare yesterday. I couldn’t reach Mum by phone. She
calls me when she gets up, and it was noon. No call. No answer.
I took my myriad fears for the 20-minute walk to her
apartment and found her dozing in her chair. [insert HUGE breath of relief]
How Mum experiences the end of her Life and how it affects those
who love her IS the point. Sometimes I forget or overlook that.
I’ll remember that going forward.
I love you, Currie
3 comments:
Thoughtful post and creativity. Beautiful statement of love. Thank you for sharing.
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A scare indeed ♥ She is doing the best she can and it will be hard on you some days worse than others. Remembering to handle it all with Grace and Patience will help you survive the experience. It's only been 4 years since my Mother-in-law passed and I still wake up some nights with those fears of what am I going to do and then I remember it is done.
Probably just slipped her mind, but I would have been walking over there, too! ;)
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