I’ve been away for weeks and haven’t seen my grandma since I’ve been back. Step mom texting my fiancé the usual “grandma is fading fast” that we’ve been hearing for years, “her tumours are really aggressive, she’s barely eating, barely talking.” Same stuff as always, maybe she’s a little worse every day.
I guess it’s impossible for them to have known if any of the previous times grandma has been poorly were the real end of her life. But they were all false alarms. Now they want us to take this one seriously, so we are going tomorrow.
My my dad is praying that she will be released from her suffering soon. I’ve been wishing that for a long time now. I’m sad that she may die, sort of. But what hurts me more is that she is taking so long to die, given her surroundings and her loss of everything she loved except 2 sons. I think her passing would be a mercy.
I cant understand why God would allow this woman, who never harmed anyone in her life, was a good person, to suffer as she has, imprisoned in this broken wreck of a body. God, if you’re there, call her home for pity’s sake! Or You’re a holy jerk and You don’t care at all and screw you.
ALSO, while I’m ranting: if long life is a product of the wondrous advances of modern medicine, I’d say it’s a blessing and a curse. I like fact that ill people can be restored to productive good health. But I do not at all think chasing after longer lives is an inherent good whatsoever. Nice if you’ve got the health, autonomy, and wealth to live with dignity into your 100s. For me, seeing what I’ve seen and reading on this forum, I hope fervently I have a way out before I get so infirm.