It was odd how quickly things transpired from there.
Once the decision was made it seemed like there was a giant sigh of relief somehow and so many wheels were set in motion. The hospital was incredibly efficient at this and now I was seeing something quite different.
Medical personnel came in and out handing me information and being all helpful and zoning in on the task at hand.
It’s almost as if they had expected this all along. I bet they did. Looking back on it, I’m sure they did.
A young doctor came in then. I had not seen this particular doctor before. It seemed like all the nursing staff was well acquainted with him and he was respected and liked by them all. I don’t know why this was important to me just then…but strangely, it was. I felt myself guarded a bit. Not knowing if I could trust him.
He introduced himself…he was the doctor that admitted my son on that very first day.
He looked so young. So incredibly clean cut and manicured. Handsome and well rested.
How could he possibly know so much?
That’s the first thought that went through my head. I realized then that I thought that about every single one of them. Somehow my idea of what a real doctor looked like was locked into the image of Marcus Welby, MD.
He pulled up a stool and sat on it directly in front of me as I sat on that couch.
You have made a wise choice. I know this must be hard. Do you have any questions for me?
Yes. Only one, really. The other stuff, I guess I will figure out along the way.
But after we take my son off of that life support…how much time can I expect? I realize this is a hard question to answer…but I wonder, from your experience…
I cannot tell you any kind of timeline…
He hesitated a bit.
The best answer is hours, to day, to days…
Well now, that about covers it, doesn’t it?
Within our ten minute conversation…he said that about three more times.
Hours, to day, to days.
In other words. No clue.
I asked another question then. Probably the most important of them all.
Will my son be in pain?
No. Absolutely not. We will do all we can to make this transition as comfortable as possible.
Do you have a time in mind when you want to begin this transition phase?
He was asking me for an hour. Asking me for a day.
I don’t know where it came from but I decided then that I had a time in mind. Let’s give everyone a chance to get things in order some. Say final goodbyes.
Let’s say tomorrow morning. I said it like I was planning it all along.
9 AM tomorrow morning.
The hour. The day.
That set in motion the remaining of our hours, to day…to days to come.