Nothing in the world can ever prepare a parent for that moment when the death sentence is pronounced over your beloved child. I remember it as if it was yesterday.
Thank God Vic was in ICU and heavily sedated at the time. Brendan told us in the passage of the Donald Gordon. Colin and I went into shock. We did not ask a single question. We just looked at him … Mute for that dreadful, heart wrenching, moment.
Later that day Colin and I went to Brendan’s consulting rooms and spoke with him. I had so many questions and he had so few answers. He basically said that with the Osteogenesis Imperfecta Vic’s tissue had been affected very badly. The intestines were very poor and she had very bad endometriosis and abdominal adhesion’s. The adhesions were the biggest threat…it would almost certainly cause blockages of the gastrointestinal or urinary tracts. There would come a stage when they could no longer operate or her little body could not take the strain anymore…
Strange Vic knew…when she eventually came round she knew that life as she knew it was over.
When I broke the news to her she was calm. See, all her life she knew that eventually this day would come.
The doctor recommended that we get in touch with Hospice. We did. We had a family meeting. Colin parents, Danie and I and Vic and Colin. Colin went through an anger phase. He felt let down… he thought they would grow old together. They had two little boys aged 3 and 5… So many challenges! So many emotions. So many medical bills! In 2002 Vic’s medical costs were R3.2m. ICU Pharmacy accounts ran into the hundreds of thousands of rands!
With terminal illness come HUGE medical bills. As long as there is money the doctors will operate and treat, hospitals will admit and treat… Colin and Vic eventually lost their home due to medical bills and Danie and I started taking additional bonds against our property.
When faced with the news that a family member has been diagnosed with a terminal illness, many people worry about what they should say and do. They want to help, but often don’t because they are afraid they will say or do something that will further upset the loved one.
Terminally ill persons have the same physical, emotional, and spiritual needs as everyone else. What they need most of all is to be cared about, not just cared for.
Someone said that they do not see Vic anymore as they had already said their goodbyes…they could not handle the emotional trauma of going through the goodbyes time and time again. In their lives Vic no longer lives….
When the time comes I wish I could have a “by invite only” funeral for Vic. If you cannot care about Vic whilst she is alive why on earth would you want to attend her funeral? It has been 10 years and
Physical Care is certainly the most difficult part of the dying person’s journey as far as I am concerned. The control of acute and chronic pain is the biggest challenge that we face. Medication every four hours is a challenge. The days are fine but the nights – well that’s a different matter. It is easier to stay awake until 03:00 and then go to sleep. Danie or the boys are up by 07:00 so I sleep in. Getting enough pain medication prescribed is the BIGGEST challenge of all. Vic’s medical is exhausted within the first two months of the year and thereafter is a nightmare!
The other issues that we have to contend with is constipation, nausea and weakness. Often Vic is too weak to get out of bed on her own and needs help to get to the bathroom and back. Showering and shaving her legs is a challenge. Almost the biggest challenge is Vic’s hair! Vic has a thick bunch of hair and she will not wash and towel dry it! Her hair must be blow dried!
Vic went through many stages – anger, sadness, anxiety, and fear. It is strange that at first we all go into denial. Even now I still do. Vic said earlier this week: ” Mommy, I am so happy I will be around for Jared’s confirmation. I know I won’t be at Jon-Daniel’s confirmation” I immediately retaliated and said “Of course you will be baby. You just have to keep fighting” Why did I feel compelled to make an empty promise?
Vic’s emotions are real. Touch is comforting to her. She loves being hugged, touched, kissed. She appreciates the truth.
If it had not been for Vic’s positive attitude towards life and determination to bring up her boys herself, she would have died many years ago.
Vic is now tired and ready to die.
Vic regrets not going to Italy. She desperately wants to go to Chaka’s Rock one more time. She wants to see her boys grow up. She wants to make a speech at their 21st birthdays!
As a family, there is nothing unsaid. We love Vic and she knows it. She will continue to live even after she stopped breathing. We will honor her wishes for the boys and keep her memory alive. Vic may stop breathing one day but she will always live in our hearts.
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I’ll be at her funeral, spiritually. She may not know me but she has touched my heart, as have you.
Thank you Susan.
There is a gospel CD, More of you by Juluis Morgan. The song “teach me to touch the way she did”, reminds me of Vicky, I am positive that I have not loved and cared for my boys “being healthy ” the way she did. She is a Hero and so are you Tersia.
Hi Muriel, I looked for the lyrics of “teach me to touch the way she did” and could not find it. Could you please send me more details?
You are a beautiful mother and I know that every action that you take is in the best interest of your boys. We can only do our best! You are a lovely person and I love you dearly!
I am thinking of the family and you each day. Unfortunately just too far away to pop in. Please let me know when Jared’s confirmation is, as I would like to co-ordinate a trip and be there with the family.
Of course I will let you know!! It would be great!
Just a thought, I hope you are printing your posts as it is the most heart felt journal of Vics life. One day the boys would like to read it to their children. Great Granny might have forgotten a few details by then……
If the boys have children I will chew my wrists off!!! I actually cannot believe that any person would want to read my babbling! You are such a loyal friend. Actually I think my blog is terribly depressing as well. Love you lots!!
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