Do I really care and want the best for my mum? Am I pushing mum too much
and telling her what's best for her? Am I running her life for her as I
see it should be lived? How is it that I cannot shake away the idea
that I seem to be deciding things for her, from her upcoming treatment
(with her consultation and consent over the phone before I signed the
agreement to proceed...) to whether or not to proceed with further
treatment, and now her decision whether to move to a whole new city...?
How much responsibility must I shoulder should everything become
horribly awry? Will I he able to live with myself and live with the
consequences of making her choose?
I mean her well, I really do. Of course, I cannot hide the fact that if
she is in the new city where there are a lot more people who are
relatives and more than just acquaintances, that would take a lot of
burden off of my shoulders. But that does not mean I will shrug off all
my responsibilities and just leave my mum to the care of others. I mean
well, and I just hope in this final stage of her life, she can live and
enjoy it in a secure and comfortable environment, in the proximity of
people she knows, people she is comfortable with, people who cab offer
various kinds of support and guidance, assurance and comfort. I think
she will have a better chance of finding that in Taichung, the
prospective new city. As she told me today, "Taipei is a cold
(冷漠)place..."
Her words, not mine.
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