Monday, January 7, 2013

The seesaw

It's hard to feel any real balance in your life when a parent is critically ill. Try as you might to focus on work and other responsibilities, there is an irresistible pull that draws you into caregiving and decision making.

It has been a poignant and difficult week for me.Dad is gravely ill. At times like this, a bbm from a friend spoke volumes.

After a week, from New year's Eve till today - Monday to Monday - I am in limbo. Doctor wanted to see me this evening to discuss about doing an angiogram. A procedure, that in itself, might even kill him in this weakened state.

We straddle the fulcrum, shifting our weights and roles as the times demand; one moment we are workers, another we are sons andaughters and still another, we are parents, lovers and friends. Evryone does this. It's just that this week, I spent a great deal of time focused on being the child of my fragile father. And that made it very, very hard to keep the seesaw level.

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