Hi everyone
I posted months ago about my dad who had been diagnosed with very rare metastatic meningioma. Fast forward 11 months, and sadly all have failed and he is now at a very advanced stage, his liver tumours are protruding largely outside his abdomen, he has gone from an avid hiker to barely able to walk in just the last 2 months. He is exhausted, weak, in pain, and can barely eat.
Despite all this, my mum and brother are actively trying to secure radio embolization abroad, the hospitals in France where they live have already declined. One hospital in Switzerland explained yesterday that the treatment would be useless, and advised to seek palliative care. But they won't let go, and I have to follow suit to respect their wishes, I'm in charge of communicating with a centre in Rotterdam. I know, deep down, that the answer will be the same.
I'm feeling very guilty, it feels like I'm betraying my dad, and also my mum. I can't stop feeling bad about it, but I can't feel hopeful either, having been devastated many times in the last few days. I'm sad that they spend their days on the computer and the phone, chasing thin hopes, when they could be spending time together, reading to each other, watching a good movie, cuddling on the sofa.
I can't tell them that, but it eats me up. I have a recurrent dream that my dad calls me from his death bed in the middle of the night, asking whether I got an answer from the centre. I find it so stressful that I'm on the verge of tears all the time.
I know that emotions are conflicted at the time when a loved one is approaching their final times. But how can I shake that horrible guilt? Should I play along, should I refuse to?
Thanks