How are you today? I asked.
Weak, said Aunt. I never thought I’d feel this way; just raising my arm wears me out.
So we talked about changing priorities; about how the main goal is for her to stay at home and for the first time she seemed to welcome the idea of carers.
I promised to call the Specialist Nurse tomorrow to see what we could do.
Thank-you, said Aunt.
What she doesn’t know is that I shall be with her on Tuesday. I have a ticket for the coach tomorrow evening. I probably shan’t see her immediately when I arrive. Her energy levels are so low, I am loathe to call on her in the evening and keep her from sleep.
For all she doesn’t fear death, I feel Aunt would prefer to choose life. From now to the end, we need to ensure she receives those small services which keep her comfortable and preserve her dignity.
My respect for her grows and grows.