“So what is your new role?”
The question stumped me, I bullshitted an answer I cannot now remember. Two weeks ago, I started a new job in a new company, with a brand new role and job scope. It’s been a pivot I have been hoping and wishing for at least a year. That same week, my dad was admitted to the emergency department for bilious vomit due to bowel obstruction. We later learned the cancer has advanced and he can no longer do anymore treatment. Last week, they moved him to the palliative ward. As of this moment, he’s still in hospital, and I am still working in a job where I have not idea what I’m doing.
This career move has been something my dad was super supportive about, in fact when I received the offer and was wondering if I should accept it, he said I would regret if I didn’t. Hence the beginning of this new career. A career that requires steep learning curves and harsher work demands, all at a time when your dad is fighting for his dear life. How is life this cruel?
He dreaded the fact that I wanted to take time off to spend time with him. He even insisted I shouldn’t tell my new manager about his situation (but I did, too bad). He would get annoyed when I FaceTimed him during work hours, insisting I should “concentrate” on my new job. He was livid when I skipped Friday night work drinks to see him in hospital, even accusing me of being “shy” as a reason for not attending it.
People get dumbfounded when they hear I’m still working, even as my dad is going through such a critical stage of his cancer. I can see and feel their confusion. I’ll be very honest, I’m very confused too.
What people don’t see is the anxiety attacks I get when I am alone or even behind the wheel. The spontaneous tears when I hear a worship song that sings about God’s goodness when I am threading water with all my might with no end in sight. They tell me I’m “strong” because of the normal things I’m doing, trying my best to carry through a normal life when things seems to be on fire. He insists he doesn’t want me at the hospital to “sit and stare” at him all day. To be fair, he doesn’t even have much energy to entertain me. Living out a normal life and proving to him that I will be okay if the worst happens, is the best I can do.
My dad is still clinging on to hope and a miracle. So are we. But the medical teams tell us otherwise. We don’t know the prognosis because we respect my dad’s decision of not knowing it. But the uncertainty of it all, GOD IT HURTS. It hurts seeing your dad suffer and not knowing if he can survive this, how long this will go for. I’m praying with all my might, I don’t even know if I’m doing it right anymore.
I have been blessed to be still connected to church, to have friends who check in on me daily. In fact, a different friend checks in on me daily, I am beyond blessed to even have that many friends to check in on me, I’m shookd and blessed. While it’s nice to spread out the burden of my emotional and mental wellbeing, it’s also exhausting to reiterate things to Friend B the things you shared with Friend A the day before. Because its a different check-in person and they don’t know the story from A-Z, they cannot get the context of how you are feeling. For the first time in my life, I understood why my dad kept telling me to get a life partner and why maybe a life partner is actually not emotionally exhausting (a concept I’ve told myself for years).
Now is obviously not the time to go on the street and whip one out for daily emotional support. One of my dad’s recent conversations with me in hospital was to get a good life partner, he hopes I consider one soon. But really with all the heaviness in this atmosphere, who’d want to get in that? My experience over the last 3 years of my dad’s cancer journey was that some guys see this as a red flag. Who’s gonna voluntarily jump into this? The idea of jumping into something just for emotional support and give my dad comfort that I have one, is such an insane idea (that may or may not have crossed my mind). My normal sane self has slapped me-self across the cheek. I mean, imagine the Hinge and CMB profile descriptions for this request. [“Ill-dad would like to see me with partner, not sure how long he has left, emotional support also needed, tq.“]
People rent boyfriends in China for Chinese New Year, do they run this business for children with terminal ill parents? (if you are my friend reading this, feel free to slap me again in person, because I am writing this at 12am and probably not mentally sound.)
I don’t know how long more this journey will go, how long more I am threading water. The currents of this ocean feels like its getting stronger and I quite honestly don’t know how long I can last for. I’m praying for an island to dock soon, or maybe a lifeboat, to carry me to this island. Like something, something tangible, something certain. I know God is good and I am still clinging to hope and His victory that’s been won. I really do want my dad to pull through this. I can only hold on to faith right now but it feels like a floaty.
Give me an island God, give me a lifeboat, help me swim, give me endurance for this race please.