There’s not a lot to be done when cancer makes its final push. The original tumor has usually turned into many tumors and the body just can’t handle the load. When doctors start to give numbers of days or weeks left of life, we can only give comfort and care and hope that will ease the discomfort. Somehow we find words through the tears. They are the beginnings of the good-byes we’ve dreaded since that day of diagnosis.
A week, three weeks, not nearly enough time to say all the things we’ve meant to say all this time.
Actions sometimes play a bigger role than words in times like these. A handful of palms gently placed in K’s hands gave her some peace. And maybe it gave her the permission she was looking for to say her final good-bye.
Rest easy K…your battle is over.