I am the sort of person who asks too many questions. Why did you not tell me? I have hounded people around me with that question. Backed with the pseudo moral high-ground I now seem to have, I have asked them this, punctured their ears with my question. Not too many questions followed the answer I got. Love. And medical advice. That they had to hold on to ensure the recovery of the person who remained. I asked the question directly and indirectly, and got the same answers. They made a decision they considered best in the situation. What would I have done? I was asked the question. I would have told. Let the final goodbye be said. Yes, I would have compromised the recovery of the person, but the bereaved would live with a lesser (who can define 'lesser' here, anyways) pain. Because of whatever happened, I will always carry the upset I feel at not having had a chance to hold her close, and say my goodbye. I have even more upsets, the stupid things I did, and the tacks I kept beyo...
Statistically Significant Infertile Mum