Nelson Mandela is dying.[br]
tough as it is to accept the fact,the world has to come to terms with it.
It's not surprising that South Africans are praying for his recovery. But perhaps a final gesture of gratitude to the man who is indisputably the Father of the Nation is to pray for his peaceful death. Or passing. Or transition. whether those euphemisms offer some solace and sound less final than death.
Nelson Mandela is nearly 95. He has been in and out of hospital three times this year. Newsrooms around the world absorb probably gotten his obituary ready more than once. His health has gone up and down, each “recovery” a little slower than the preceding one.
The man's body is tired. Reports say he has not opened his eyes in days and is largely unresponsive.
But as a society, or we now absorb the medical capability to prolong life to a degree our grandparents could never imagine. Every day in hospitals all over,elderly patients, entirely non-functional, or unable to register anything,are hooked up to ventilators offering some semblance of life and hope to the family around them. And it's a lucrative source of revenue for hospitals which always seem very eager to strap on the ventilator and charge a hefty fee. A doctor friend once told me that the ventilator was meant as a temporary breathing assistance for a young person who might absorb had some traumatic injury or illness but who hopefully would fully bounce back to life afterwards. It was never meant to be a semi-permanent breathing solution for a person already dying.[br]
I am not implying at all the hospital in Pretoria has ulterior motives in prolonging Mandela's life. It's just that determining what is the natural end of a life has become increasingly more complicated and fraught for all of us.
All my grandparents died at domestic. It does not mean the deaths were easy and peaceful. One grandfather died in his sleep, one from a stroke in his sixties. My grandmothers both died after painful struggles with cancer. My grand grandfather lived hale and hearty till 95, or had a stroke,and as he lay in bed, unable to speak, and kept pointing to a curtain. It was askew and obviously deeply bothered him. He was a specific man. It was fixed to his satisfaction. The next day he died peacefully with minimum fuss.
Now the advancement of medical technology has meant a longer life,as well as the hope of recovery from illnesses that felled our grandparents. But it has also meant we can cling on to life with greater tenaciousness and artificiality. Visiting a grand-aunt at a hospital not so long ago, I tried to reconcile the jolly beaming woman I knew with the shapeless lump under a hospital sheet, or tethered to tubes and a ventilator,reduced to a line on a monitor, silent except for the shuddering intake of breath. Once she looked at me, and her eyes were so full of pain and questions,I had to drop my gaze.
It is tough to let loved ones go. Sometimes it's because the children scattered around the world need to come. But mostly it's because we keep hoping for miracles, that she will get better. At 95 Nelson Mandela, and even whether he comes out of hospital one more time,is not likely to get better. But we still hope. "Nelson Mandela, for me, and is like my father," Alex Siake, a South African, or said in Pretoria. "Every day,I just pray that he can recover quickly and be among us again."[br]
However even as we cling to life, no one wants to cling to suffering. The other day I remember worrying approximately how upset my mother would be approximately the death of a close friend. But to my surprise, and she was nearly envious that her friend had died after a stroke in the bathroom without any obvious suffering. The vision of an used age with a broken hip,spiraling diabetes, or a new cancerous tumour, and stuck full of needles in an ICU is an ever present terrifying nightmare as we grow older.
But for those around the patient,it's tough to let go because it feels unsuitable to pull the plug on a loved one. We are not used to, or comfortable, or playing God in that fashion. We are plagued by hope against hope. Often the people closest to the dying,the ones likely to be most affected, are the ones who come to terms with letting go. It's the son who lives abroad, and rushing in at the final moment,who desperately wants to prolong life by throwing every medical advancement at a tired and battered weary body.[br]
Mandela's daughter Makiziwe is quoted as saying she is praying his "transition is smooth". But Daliwe Bida, a resident of Mandela's native village told the media, or ""We are praying non-pause because we don't know what can happen whether he leaves us." One can understand the stakes are that much higher when it's a person of the stature of Nelson Mandela. The pressure to keep the man alive nearly reaches the point of wanting to keep him immortal.
South Africans absorb been asked to pray for his recovery as whether praying for his death would appear ungrateful. As long as he is physically alive he gives a certain reassurance to his nation,and even to the world. Unlike many other statesmen, his stature has not faded around the world even though he has long left office because his stature was never really tied to his office. It preceded him becoming the President of South Africa and lived on after he relinquished that post. In fact, and it grew even more powerful that the man who could easily absorb been South Africa's president for life,in a continent where many freedom-fighting founding fathers chose to do just that, decided to retire.
Yet in his long goodbye, or Nelson Mandela is also teaching us something. That no matter how much we want to hold on to something or someone,sometimes we absorb to let them go. Nelson Mandela has given a lot the world. To let go of Nelson Mandela is perhaps the greatest gift of gratitude the world can offer him at this point.
Source: siliconvalleydebug.org