As a nurse for more than forty years, she was not daunted by his changed appearance. With the cancer and everything he has become a bag of bones. So painfully thin - like a malnourished prisoner working on the Burma railway under Japanese supervision. Wasting away.
We stayed all afternoon. Shirley had his washing machine on and we changed his bedding. I had bought a new fitted sheet, duvet cover and pillowcases from Tesco. Shirley said that his old bedding was "disgusting".
We brought tins of mushroom soup and cans of "Fanta" and "Coke" and some pots of chocolate mousse plus a couple of pints of milk. They were received with zero gratitude. In fact, he insisted that six cans of soup was far too many.
While we were there he had a fall in the sitting room, near the little bay window area and both of us had to help him up. He was as light as a feather. Of course it made us worry about him having a fall when we are not there.
Long ago, I used to love him. My cheeky little brother. He was good at football and fishing and climbing trees and later he became a guitar maestro. There are many other things I could say about him but I won't do that right now. He went upstairs for a lie down at 4pm having got up at 2pm.
When the time came for us to go, it was like leaving a skeleton behind in the new daisy bedding I had purchased for him. No will made and no willingness to be moved to a nursing home for residential care. It's not easy. We will be back there on Saturday. What was it the song said - "Things can only get better"? In Simon's case, the opposite is true.
I am so sorry. For you and Mrs. P. and especially for Simon. I hope that his passing is peaceful.
ReplyDeleteIf he passed away tonight in his fresh daisy bedding, it would be a good way to go.
DeleteTry to not let his state now taint the good memories you have.
ReplyDeleteThank you Andrew. The good memories were made long, long ago.
DeleteSimon is in denial and too afraid to die to make peace with it. Anger is the best way to stave off sorrow, so he's furious and shows it in that sense of entitlement you hinted at. There is a lot of subtext in your post but I get that there have been wounds that are still fresh, but yes, let's hope that his last night is in a freshly made up bed brought to him by his brother, because their mother and father would want it that way. You're a good man, Mr. Pudding.
ReplyDeleteI appreciate your insightful response Vivian.
DeleteOne wonders where the little brother went during those years. It's difficult to say the least to come to terms with your own end. You are doing all you can.
ReplyDeleteThank you Red. When he has gone I may say more things.
DeleteI feel bad for you and Shirley and for Simon. I'm guessing Simon has been like this for a long time and will die like this. All you can do is be kind and hope he doesn't suffer for long. It's a shitty way to live and a shitty way to die.
ReplyDeleteYour last sentence is most apposite Pixie.
DeleteI'm so sorry for all of you. I can't say more than that, I can barely read about it let alone comment intelligibly, although I wish I could. I expect you understand. Please try to be patient with him; it won't be much longer from your description. Is there no home care for palliative purposes?
ReplyDeleteHe cannot see the wood for the trees Jenny. It's clear he should be somewhere else now. Getting up and down the stairs is a daily hazard.
DeleteI think he's ready to go and is simply waiting for it. I hope you can hold on to some of those good memories and that Simon will soon find peace.
ReplyDeleteThe good memories were so long ago Margaret.
DeleteSo very difficult for all of you.
ReplyDeleteWe picture various unhappy scenarios and I picture the difficulties of tying up his affairs because he has not made a will.
DeleteVery sad to read and even sadder for you to watch I suppose. I remember that gaunt look from the final times I saw my parents.
ReplyDelete"Gaunt" is a good word in this regard.
DeleteSad times. But at least Simon has both of you to care for him. Whatever the subtext is, it will be frightening for him this slow pace towards the end. At least he is at home.
ReplyDeleteHe is at home but in my opinion he should now be elsewhere.
DeleteI hope you will find comfort in knowing that you are being kind and caring, even in the face of hostility. It is the right thing to do and I hope it ultimately will bring you peace.
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Wise words which I receive with thanks Sally-Justine.
DeleteSo sad for Simon, and you and Shirley. You are doing all you can to help him, but he seems to have reached the stage where he is beyond caring. May his passing be peaceful.
ReplyDelete"Beyond caring"...Yes, he seems to have reached that place.
DeleteA lot to have to contend with, Neil. Awful. All I can say is that with M-i-L we tried to plan ahead and do what we could in advance (practical, financial, etc., without being over- morbid) and it helped a lot when the time came.
ReplyDeleteHe has resisted any such help quite angrily and in my turn I am now quite miffed about the confusion that will face me when he goes.
DeleteIt could be there won't be any help, but you can begin to work out what you'll need to do and do what you can to reduce the learning curve.
DeleteBut you are there for him, and that helps you through the process. He simply sounds angry at this turn in his life, and that's something he needs to reckon with. I hope he finds peace.
ReplyDeleteI appreciate your kind and supportive thoughts Bob.
DeleteI stand at your side, knowing this is hard. I looked after my aunty who had bowel cancer. She was a hard old girl. She shouted at me, complained about everything I did and accused me of things I hadn't done. I nursed her in our home for the last four months as her home had no heating or hot water.
ReplyDeleteI like to think she softened towards me at the end. Anyhow, I'm glad I did it. I can look myself in the mirror and know I did my best.
It's easy to love and care for a loving and caring person not quite so for one who isnt.
I hope your brother doesn't linger on.
Just keep doing your best. The end is surely in sight.
Kind regards.
Look in his eyes, not at the body that is.
ReplyDeleteHe will still be there.
It is hard to see a body retreating, reducing. There is anger at the powerlessness of himself and others. I have memories of seeing someone age thirty years in three months. It is hard on both sides.
There isn't much more you can do, Neil. It won't be long now from the sound of it and Simon won't be suffering anymore. It's a sad, sad situation but you are a good brother for seeing it through.
ReplyDeleteAt least when he shrugs off his mortal coil you will know that you and Shirley did everything you could for him
ReplyDeleteI'm really sorry for all of you, Neil. You're doing all you can and being a very good brother to Simon. His pain and fear are evident from what you've written here, so it's no surprise that he's being so difficult. I doubt he has any bandwidth left to make an effort to act better, which is understandable under the circumstances. I hope you can manage not to take it too personally when he's unkind to you and Shirley. It must hurt your feelings, though.
ReplyDeleteI sincerely hope that Simon's passing is as quick and easy for him as possible. I admire you for doing all you can for him in the meantime.
So sad. Thinking of you all at this very hard time.
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry you (and he, of course) are having to go through this. Whether he fully realizes it or not, he's lucky to have you and Shirley.
ReplyDeleteIt's a challenge to be kind in the face of the history you have alluded to and the ingratitude and unpreparedness you are faced with with each visit. I have an angry estranged child and I wonder if I would be so kind in the face of her malignancy.
ReplyDeleteI like the thoughtfulness of the daisy bedwear.
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Before I started reading your blog, I lost my mom to cancer. I always felt that cancer was a double edged sword. On one edge, it is a hideous beast that takes away our loved ones slowly and there is nothing we can do to stop it. On the other edge, it usually is a slow disease and we know the end is nearing so we can make good use of the time remaining. The two and a half years after my mom's diagnosis were some of the best. I hope all this extra time spent with your brother will be treasured later. Until then, both of you are in my prayers.
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