The Decision

A decision was made yesterday. It was not one that I agreed with, not one that I could support. But, it was one that I couldn't do anything about.

My brother's wife decided it was too much for her to handle so she's letting him go. Not stepping back and letting his family take care of him, not voicing her opinion and getting feedback from the family. She's letting him die and will put him in hospice.

Oh sure, she had a medical team on her side. I don't know who they were, who she consulted to form this decision. But because we aren't "the wife" of my brother, our feelings are disregarded. We can't fight it, despite the fact that it's only been two weeks since the accident.

Because we were "requested" not to contact her further, we don't know if there will be a funeral. We don't know if any of his organs will be donated. We don't know if there is a will (doubt it), we don't know who his beneficiaries are, we don't know diddley-squat. And that, my friends, is the reality of thinking you're too young, you have too much time left to do such a thing as write a living will and a regular will. If you've been following my personal Facebook, you know I've been repeating this but I'll say it again: protect yourself and those you care for. Make a will and a living will! Tell somebody about you're desires.

I could wax poetic here but I'm too angry, too defeated and haven't come to grips with anything yet other than hopelessness.