For the past two visits prior to this one, leaving my Dad behind after visiting him was heart wrenching.
He has had his brain tumour since December 2008, but in the last six months, it has come back with a vengeance. Ironically, it happened after he had the all clear and the doctors had told him how he could finally have a break from years of treatment. His tumour affects his speech, balance and cognitive functions. Since this summer, it has progressed very rapidly. First, committing him to a wheelchair, them affecting his speech.
When I went to see him in November, I believed that the next time I would see him, he would not be able to speak anymore. I didn’t even know when I could see him again, as I am not in a position at the moment where I can buy tickets to go over. I rely on the generosity of my parents to come and visit them. Christmas came and went and I had this gut feeling that I had to go and see him as soon as possible. So I used my credit card and bought a ticket. For the first time In my life, I didn’t even ask my mother if I could come and if the dates suited her. I just had to go. And it had to be the day after my parents saw the consultant to find out what next.
And so my mother broke the news that I already knew intuitively, that his days were counted, in weeks, not months. I was so glad I was there to support her through this very painful blow. My father has been sheltered from this truth, although I believe on some level he knows. He is a doctor, he had been told that all medication is being discontinued. No more chemos. No more blood pressure medicine. And gradually they will stop all his meds. No more little pills to swallow. No more visits to the hospital. He feels relief.
And so at the end of that visit, I just broke down. I had no idea when I would be able to come back. I thought I was saying adieu. And It nearly broke my heart. So this time around, and although I was blessed with some memories that I will cherish until the day I die, I decided to lie to myself. I couldn’t bear to cry my heart out again. I couldn’t face to feel the pain, so I pretended that I would see him again, very soon. And I pretended in my mind that he would still be able to walk and talk to me. That I would take him for a walk by the lake. That we would wine and dine and laugh until the evening. I had to. I dived into the bliss of denial. And to be frank, I can now see there is nothing wrong with it.
I am actually surprised at how easily I tricked my mind.
I would recommend denial to anyone. Don’t use denial to slip into laziness or mindlessness. Use denial actively to enable to live each hour as it comes with as much joy as you can. Be aware of what is really going on, but don’t put it at the forefront of your mind because it might just ruin the precious moments you have with your loved one. I don’t know how I managed to do this: be aware and not aware at the same time. But it worked.
At the bottom of my heart, I know that the next time I visit, I shall be preparing the energies to help him cross over to go back to the creator. This is what I know. It’s not making me sad, though, because I have had two chances more than I thought I would. I am grateful beyond measure. These moments are mine to keep. They will never go away.
Blessings
Ange de Lumiere