As many of you know, my baby brother was diagnosed with cancer 18 months ago. He was 45 years old at the time.
I spent five weeks here in Michigan this summer visiting with him and family. Time that I now cherish even more than I ever thought I would.
As his horrible disease progressed, I was summoned back in mid-October for the final vigil.
My dearly loved brother, Jeff, passed away on November 20.
Although I am still grieving horribly over this loss, I do want to take a moment to share a thought with all of you.
Do not ever allow a loved one to die at home and do not choose to do it yourself. We all seem to think that it is going to be like in the movies. Peaceful in bed with adoring family surrounding you as you draw that last, sweet breath. The truth could not be further from than image.
It is an ugly, horrible, terrible and traumatic time for the patient and the caregivers/family. I'm sure my brother would not have chosen to go at home had he known the truth. His final weeks were desparate, traumatic times as we, the family, strove to care for him as he battled an unending period of nightime dementia. Although I would not hestitate to do it again, I wish that I had not had to do it in the first place. I am still mentally and physically exhausted from the ordeal of trying to make his final time with us as easy on him as possible.
I miss him. I always will. He was my brother and my friend. Rest in peace, Jeff. I know that God has you safely in his care now.