My friend just called me. She's with her uncle, who is in the hospital. He's "enjoying" his last moments of lucidity before the cancer that has invaded his body takes over, has its way, and takes him away from all of his loved ones. He knows what's going on. How scary is that? Suddenly, I was overwhelmed with this feeling of ... claustrophobia. I don't even want to imagine how badly it must suck to know you're on your way out. How awful is it to lay there knowing that, at any minute, you will no longer "be"?
I hope it comes quickly for me... you know, after I've fully lived my 114 years of life, enjoyed my "happily ever after" and am in need or want of nothing more.
Walking through that experience with my grandmother while she was in hospice was an amazing experience. Honestly, it wasn't sad. If anything, it opened my eyes and showed me that I should start living again. So i did.
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