One I should be having with one of the following people:
NOT with a 25 year old confined to a wheelchair.
Yet, I had said conversation with Vincent last night.
As mentioned in the previous post, Vincent is in the hospital in his hometown of Enid, Oklahoma. Yesterday morning, he had part of his left leg amputated because of an infection in his foot. His doctors were concerned that if the infection doesn’t clear up (and because Vincent’s legs are essentially useless, not a lot of blood is flowing there to aid in healing an infection), said infection could get into his bloodstream and kill him. So Vincent decided to let them amputate.
He told me last night that he expected to be in the hospital about 3 to 4 days, then go home.
Then we started talking about mortality, and Vincent’s acceptance of the fact that if it’s his time, it’s his time. He has a DNR (Do Not Resusitate) order, a medical power of attorney, and is working on drawing up a will.
He’s 25 years old! Hell, I have a will, but I’m 46. I should be planning for something like this. Because Vincent has had medical issues his entire life, this little episode has really opened his eyes to the possibility that he could actually die because of these medical issues.
I made him promise that if he did go to meet his maker, to please (for the love of God!) have someone in his family call me and let me know. He promised me that either his mother or brother would get in touch with me.
I’ve already lost one friend this year (miss you Lisa!), I don’t want to lose Vincent, too.
Would it be too much to ask that no one else die this year?!
I’m not ready to face my own mortality, much less someone else’s.
It was very surreal…
I’m Stef and this is where it’s @ !~