It is 20:00 and Vic has been fed, changed, powdered and medicated. She screamed in pain when I changed her. Seeing my child sick and in pain, every day of her life kills me. I am dying, painfully slowly from my child’s pain.
I don’t know how much longer I can handle this. The chronic pain I am used to but this new pain is pushing all of us over the edge.
Esther called today and wants Danie and I to go to a Spa, close by, and she and Tracey will take turns in looking after Vic… How nice is that!! But I cannot. I cannot leave Vic now. Nobody knows her body the way I do. It is too big a responsibility to hand over to anyone. She needs lots of personal help. Vic needs pain meds’ every four hours, day and night. If she misses med’s she breaks through her pain levels and then it is disastrous. What if she needs help during the night as she so often does? What if she vomits and needs me? No can do!! I cannot desert Vic. Until she breathes her last breath I will be by her side. No matter how long it takes.
Many years ago I promised Vic that I would not let her die alone.
When Jesus was praying in Gethsemane his disciples fell asleep on Him. I am so scared that I will fall asleep on Vic in her final hour. I don’t think Vic is near the end. I have been around dying people enough to know the signs. But she needs me now.