My sister, Rachael, has been battling cancer for awhile now. She is not going to beat it.
The targeted therapy they had her on to combat the stage IV melanoma did not work. We knew that the other week, and she’s been in and out of the hospital a couple times since then.
She’s back in now, but will be discharged on hospice in the next day or two. They’re out of treatment options
By the sounds of it, talking with my mom, there isn’t much time left. Rachael is pretty doped up on pain meds in an effort to keep her comfortable, but it also drastically reduces her lucidity.
My knee jerk reaction is to pack a bag, drive the 6.5 hours to Altoona, and say my final goodbyes. But those thoughts are quickly checked by my social responsibility.
My dad and stepmom are there, traveling from northern Michigan. My mom will be there, coming from Florida. My brother in-law, Caleb, has been in the hospital with Rachael, and I have no idea what precautions any of them have taken.
Yes, I may have already been infected with COVID-19, but I’m not certain of that. I do know that traveling right now is an irresponsible thing to be doing, but I also can’t imagine not saying goodbye to Rachael.