The End of the Tunnel
My mother is a nurse. Today she was at the home of a patient who is dying from cancer. This poor woman, in her mid-forties, has large open wounds where the cancer has eaten away at her: the worst my mum has ever seen. She is given very large doses of morphine to help with the pain, which obviously leaves her pretty spaced out. She and her family have been hoping that the end will come soon.
When my mum was there today, a distant smile was on the woman’s face. She said that she could see a bright light. Those present encouraged her to go towards it. After a few moments, the serene face turned into a frown. “It’s broken. I thought I told him to change the bloody bulb”.
It seems she’ll have to wait a little while longer.