Last night, my mother's minder called from
York to say that my mother, at 98, had become
unresponsive and the medical attendants said she might live two hours or two
weeks. The circumstances of the present vie with the panorama of the past ...
what to feel, what to think, what to do.
By agreement, she was transferred to a hospice where pain medication could be administered. It is unlikely I will see her again -- I live a couple of hundred miles from
and medical matters nag me as well. I wish I could say I was simply sad ... but
that would be too tidy. If I thought I could ease her burden, I would. If I
thought I could ease my burden, I would. I wish I could be as assured as those
who will say, "I am so sorry," but it isn't going to happen and
besides, I don't want to dishonor my mother. New York