The Elephant In the Room

Tonight we had The Talk. About life. About love. And finally, about death.

We’ve been dancing around the elephant in the room for weeks now, stumbling over it every now and again, but mostly letting it sleep. Neither of us wanted to wake the beast for fear it would destroy us; we merely watched it breathe and wished it would find someplace else to live.

It started with a joke about jury duty, of all things. We were watching something on TV about the Trayvon Martin case, and Will made a casual remark about being glad he hadn’t had to serve on that jury. He gets called on a regular basis for some reason, and sometimes even gets to decide a case; but tonight he said, “Well, I’ve got a great excuse for not doing jury duty next time—I’m dying!”

To which I replied, “Well, I’ve got a free ticket out of jury duty too. Nobody would want ME on a jury because I’m mentally ill!”

The tone was light, even sarcastic, but within seconds I realized that we had just leaped over the two biggest hurdles we’ve ever faced: To date, I had NEVER used the term “mentally ill” to describe myself. And Will had not yet admitted to anyone that he is, in fact, dying.

But he said it again, and again, as we talked. We held each other tight, and we just talked and cried, talked some more, cried some more…….then turned to face what we know must be faced.

He’s not going to do the chemotherapy. He wants to be comfortable, and he wants to keep his dignity intact. He told me he’d been having second thoughts about the chemo because of his mother, who had lymphoma and died a miserable, lingering death after spending her last few months losing her hair, her teeth, and most of her meals. He didn’t want to die that way, he said; it had been awful watching her waste away and stagger through what remained of her life like a zombie…….like a living corpse. “She looked like she died before she died,” he recalled.

More talking. More crying. More holding onto each other like a pair of desperately frightened children.

It was the best talk we’ve had in our thirty-three years together.

Now our course is set. Now we know how this process needs to happen. And now we have the chance to complete the circle of life unimpeded by secret fears and false bravado. There will be no more “I’m gonna fight this thing” or “I’m not giving up”.  However, this is NOT a surrender; it’s simply realizing that the battle was over before it began, and accepting the inevitable with grace.

Thank God.

I can’t bear to see him suffer. As I’ve said several times, I’d rather have three good months with him than six bad ones; sadly, I’m no longer sure we have more than a few weeks. But the length of time isn’t at issue here—quality of life is. And as much as it breaks my heart, I’d rather say good-bye sooner if it means he can go gently into that good night with words of undying love falling gently on his ear, and most of all, peace in his soul. 





Published by bpnurse

I'm a retired registered nurse and writer who also happens to be street-rat crazy, if the DSM-IV.....oops, 5---is to be believed. I was diagnosed with bipolar I disorder at the age of 55, and am still sorting through the ashes of the flaming garbage pile that my life had become. Here, I'll share the lumps and bumps of a late-life journey toward sanity.... along with some rants, gripes, sour grapes and good old-fashioned whining from time to time. It's not easy being bipolar in a unipolar world; let's figure it out together.

3 thoughts on “The Elephant In the Room

  1. This sounds like such a terrifying experience for both of you. I can see that you are both truly in love with each other though and that is something special. I don’t know how to phrase this as delicately as I’d like to, but do you have or are you building a support net that will help you through not having him? I’m certainly not suggesting a replacement but I know that there will likely be a hole in your heart, right? It sounds like you guys are both on the same page. I hope the visit from hospice soon will be of help to y’all!


    1. I have the best support system ever! Not only family, church, p-doc, and friends IRL, but online as well. I know that at some point after, I will be truly alone, because everyone eventually goes home; that’s when all this will become real. I don’t know if I’m equal to the task, but I promised my hubby that I wouldn’t do anything foolish, and I won’t go back on it.


  2. Please know that you and your husband are warmly held in my thoughts and prayers. I so admire you and your husband. For the two of you, I wish Peace of Heart and Soul as you enjoy that Precious Life together. . . those Precious Moments.

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