On Dec. 21, 2014, my dad suffered a massive cerebral hemorrhage while working in Taiwan. Due to a shitty combination of time (busy holiday season) and space (opposite side of the Earth), it took my mom, my sister, and I nearly three full days of traveling to get to him. At various times during those three days, I wanted to believe our journey could have been made into an epic nine-hour movie trilogy, minus the orcs.
Seriously, dad, we had to fly off the map to get to you.
I ended up staying in Taiwan until the middle of January, and since that time, I've realized how selfishly we sometimes act when dealing with the illness of a loved one ...
5We Want The Chance To Say Goodbye
By a giant stroke of luck (pun maybe intended), my dad was in his office when he collapsed. His colleagues found him right away and got him to the emergency room, where doctors had to saw open a section of his skull to drain the blood now literally squeezing his brain to death. He was in a coma, but at least he was alive -- which he would not have been had they found him even a few minutes later.
My dad's scalp, doing its best impression of a baseball.
He was in bad shape when we finally got to him, but we did have one huge consolation. You see, my dad is a famous physician in his specialty. I've always thought of him as sort of a rock star among doctors -- he would travel all over the world to work or teach at any medical organization that invited him. This included the very hospital he'd been taken to. And that's why we knew he would be well cared for. After all, you don't let the Mick Jagger of your field die on your watch.
The Mick Jagger comparison is 1,000 times better than calling my father
the Madonna of Physical Medicine.
Still, the doctors were baffled. Unlike a stroke, which is caused by a blood clot, bleeding in the brain usually occurs only after a blow to the head. Well, my dad's skull showed no signs of blunt trauma, so the cause of the hemorrhage was -- and still is -- a total mystery. And, due to its severity, we had to face the prospect that he might never wake up.
On our second night in Taiwan, our pessimism hit its peak. Suddenly, my sister and I were sure he wasn't going to pull out of his coma, and we started lamenting that we never got a chance to say goodbye. At this point, he'd been unconscious for five days, and all we wanted was to say a few last words to him.
And that's when I realized how self-centered we were being. His sudden collapse gave us no closure, no ability to make peace with what had happened. But at the same time, he wasn't suffering. Getting the chance to say goodbye would only have meant more pain for my dad. It would have meant that he knew he was dying. Ultimately, we accepted that if we had to lose him, this was the best way it could have happened.
Sometime later, I realized there's no such thing as closure, anyway. When we face any kind of tragedy, we instinctively seek out a reason for it happening, and barring that, we want an endpoint -- a moment where we can say, "OK, I'm ready to move on now." But the reality is, that endpoint doesn't exist. The best we can hope for is enough time to get over our grief.
4We Seek Out Options That Make Us Feel Better About Ourselves
Miraculously, my dad started showing signs of waking by around the sixth day. Now, the key word here is "started," because that's when I learned that Hollywood's portrayal of comas is ... well, just a tad simplistic.
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It's slightly more complicated than waking up from a vacation nap.
You see, a person in a coma doesn't just decide, "OK, enough with the napping. I'm awake now," and snap out of it one day. The process of waking from a coma is slow ... and excruciating ... and entails a seemingly endless cycle of forward progress and backward regression. The first day my dad woke up, his eyes opened for about 30 seconds, and they stared off into the distance with no indication that he was aware of any of his surroundings. The next morning, he opened his eyes again, and this time, his gaze shifted around the room and clearly landed on each of us. And we laughed ecstatically and started crying with joy.
And then he feel back to sleep and didn't open his eyes again for the next two days ...
This was the cycle that we went through for weeks. And so, we had to start figuring out our long-term plan, because by this time, we knew he wasn't going to be leaving the hospital anytime soon. The doctors estimated maybe six months at that point.
When he finally "graduated" out of the intensive care unit, we decided to place him in one of the nicest rooms at the hospital. American insurance doesn't exactly pay for Taiwanese medical expenses, though, so many of my dad's colleagues offered to pitch in for the room. Nothing but the best for Mick Jagger, right? Seriously, this room could have been a hotel suite -- if hotel suites came with IV units and respiratory devices built into the wall.
That kind of stuff is more of a Keith Richards need, anyway.
My dad spent the next week in this Ritz-Carlton of a hospital room, asleep most of the time and, even when awake, drifting in and out of consciousness. It took us about a week to realize that he could not possibly give less of a shit how swanky the room was. The fact that we were ponying up only made us feel like we were taking better care of him.
But you know what? There was nothing wrong with that. Studies have shown that generosity and altruism not only make us feel better about ourselves but can actually improve our mental health. And, at that point, we needed any kind of boost to our morale. It was clear that it helped his colleagues who were pitching in feel better too.
Still, once we realized how expensive this would quickly get, we decided to transfer him to a nearby nursing facility -- fittingly, the exact place he was working when he collapsed. It didn't have all the fancy amenities of the hospital suite, but the level of care he'd receive would be just as good. And ultimately, we knew this was where he'd be the happiest, since this place was like a second home to him.
And, yes, he's kind of a celebrity there too.