I posted a while back about my uncle. He was diagnosed with prostate cancer over a year ago. It metasised - infected the bladder, ureathra, colon and finally got into the nervous system. He has fought his battle and his time is drawing to a close.
Watching someone die every day is horrific, there is absolutely nothing you can do. All you can do is let the person know you love them and that you are there. You don't even know if they understand you, know you are there.
I don't know if he understands what is going on any more. What he is thinking. All he does is mouth a couple of phrases or moans out louding, incoherently in pain.
I want his time to come soon, as soon as possible, so that he will no longer be in pain.
His mother, my gran has been a trogen! A pillar of strength. She said the other day "Lou, I shouldn't be burying my son" She had tears in her red, swollen eyes. That broke my heart, to see my lil ol' granny in pain like that. Oh a mothers' love when witnessed like that is a very powerful vision.
I know soon I will be standing up and speaking about my uncle at his funeral. It will be an honour to remember him and share those memories with friends. (Sidebar - another reason I'm happy to be free of that faith - I get to speak about my loved one and not hear some dispassionate speach)
This journey has truly ingrained in my core, my heart, my being, to love my family and friends, to speak kindness into their lives, to lift and encourange them however I can.
I really hope that you let people around you know that you love and care for them.