I’m not entirely sure how to handle this. Is it even kosher to write such a post? I guess at the end of the day, I’m hoping that writing will serve as a cathartic experience for me and for my family.
I got a phone call from my mom yesterday afternoon.
“Brian, Po Po is dying.”
I doubt that I’ll ever forget those words.
We’ve all known for a while that my Po Po was not doing well. She had a minor stroke on October 18, nearly two weeks ago. But since it was a minor stroke, I think we all figured she’d pull through. But some where along the line, she caught pneumonia, and I think that’s what will really take her from this life into Heaven.
My conversation with my mom was brief, but the gist of it is that the pneumonia was catching up to her, and her lungs were filled with fluid from the infection. She is rapidly approaching her last days here on earth. The doctors gave her the option of going to the hospital in hopes of curing her, or going to hospice/palliative care. They recommended that she go to hospice as another trip to the hospital, with all of its associated tests and procedures, likely would have killed her.
She told my Gung Gung that she wanted to go to hospice and that she was ready to meet God. I think that’s the attitude we should all have.