Oh, how I wish there were hope.
My beloved husband of 45 years is suffering from Parkinson’s and autonomic nervous system failure. He suffers constantly, and wished he could die in his sleep to get the pain over with.
I tend to his meds, bring him fresh cool washcloths to put on his burning face, help him to deal with the constant nausea, and help him every hour when he is awake, as he slowly loses control of all his normal functioning.
He is alive, but he is in such pain, and there are no meds that will stop his suffering. I do not want him to die. I want him back.
Why are some deaths so horribly agonizing, with minds are still intact, but unable to “get out” of the unresponsive body. How do I comfort him, and tell him that there is still meaning in this endless pain and suffering.
I need to know, because it is right here, and right now.