Something by Susie

Do Not Resusitate …. It kind of says it all.

My Dad never wanted to be on a machine, never wanted to live anything less than a normal life.  Filling his days with the stuff he finds joy in, walking his dog Poppy, feeding his pigeons, and sitting in his garden listening to the sounds of his garden as he watches them fly around.

He stated his wishes for years and years, making sure my brother and I knew what he wanted when the time came.

A few months ago that time came, at 4am I was sat in front of a doctor who was asking me what they should do if it came to it.  The answer was simple, no heroic measures, no machines & definitely no tubes. DNR! I didn’t second guess my answer not once, I was honouring what my dad had wanted, yet it was not easy by any stretch of the imagination.

It was, and still is the hardest choice I have ever made.  I find it hard to imagine any other decision I will ever make being that hard. My dad was lucky, lucky in that he passed away on his own terms, peacefully with both his children holding his hands, listening to a recording, of the sounds of birds from tbe garden.