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Am I a Bad Son for Deciding This Alone?
She can’t decide anymore. So the decision falls on me and I don’t know how to tell her it’s coming.
It is already past midnight; my brain is still running heavily with endless thoughts. If only there were a kill switch somewhere to stop this. Not sure I’m ready to post this…
But my mind keeps circling back to this very question: Am I wrong to make this decision without Mom’s consent because it feels like too much for her? She is often drowsy and unresponsive to calls, physically and mentally weakened by her polymyositis, and sometimes unable to make tough decisions. Will she hate me for this decision I made? Am I being an irresponsible son? Honestly, I can’t bring myself to tell her about the upcoming procedure. It is just too much for either of us, and I can’t bear to see her break down in tears.
The anaesthetist came to assess whether she is stable enough for the procedure planned for next week.
He walked me through the risks and concerns. I am terrified after hearing about the complications during surgery and the side effects afterward, such as the possible loss of taste and smell, which would wear down her poor appetite; the loss of her voice (which breaks me the most, as her weakened muscles…
