|My mum, as she wil remain in my eyes|
Today, I have witnessed my mother hold on to the last vestiges of her pride.
She is one gracious woman, who prides herself for being the proper lady. At the age of 71, she would boast that so far, in spite of her sicknesses, she has always been in control of herself, her mind and her body functions.
In her hospital bed, with dextrose on her arm and air tube stuck in her nostrils- she insisted to go to the bathroom, resisted all efforts for a bedpan or diapers inspite of doctors orders to lie down, inspite of the fact that she cannot support her weight. She had to be held down by several nurses. And yet she insisted- tearing away all the tubes attached to her body.
After an eternity of battling, she gave up, peed in her bed and wept. And I felt her tears.
Mom, the human body is frail. It will give up on us before our consciousness does.
Accepting this takes humility. And there is much more dignity in that.
You will always be the dignified human being in my eyes even if your body will have given up on you.
I love my mum.
|Drawn by my nephew, Mox|