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Today, the keyword for five minutes of extemporaneous writing is...wait for it...TEN.
Huh? Yeah, and I did a double take, too. But, well, ten it is, and here we go...
In April of 1945, the United States had finally invaded the Japanese home islands...Okinawa, in the Ryukus, south of Japan proper. Okinawa was the bloodiest and most savage battle of the Pacific War, and it featured - if that's the right word - the last sortie of the Japanese fleet, a pitiful remnant built around the battleship Yamato, which was (along with sister ship Musashi) the largest battleship in the world. Ever.
The name was Operation Ten-Go, sometimes translated as Heaven One. Fitting, because it was a suicide mission - if Yamato reached Okinawa, she would be beached and used as a static fort.
But that never happened. Yamato's departure for the south was noted, and she was met by an aerial avalanche of American airpower, and summarily sunk.
What does this have to do with dealing with a dying spouse? Sometimes quite a bit, as it turns out.
We all leave things undone in life, but we expect that most of the loose ends will be wrapped up by the time we die at a venerable old age...and those that aren't will have been filed away by the passage of time.
These include things we'd like to do (the 'bucket list' stuff), relationships we'd like to mend, and sometimes getting square with God.
But when your mate's faced with a terminal diagnosis, these things go from 'someday' to 'NOW'.
And in many cases, you'll have to help, even if it's killing your husband or wife to accomplish this last great mission in life.
You'll want them to conserve their energy, to rest, to live within their physical means...but in dealing with the important stuff, you have to ask yourself...for what?
The diagnosis isn't going to change if they rest, and the appointment with the undertaker won't be put off for long.
But when you help, when you arm them and support them foir that last fight, you can give those final weeks or months a touch of glory.
You can help them to go out...for they are surely going out...with honour intact.
And that's why Japanese sailors fought for a place on Ten-Go.
Losing was death, in the calculus of Bushido.
They wanted to die gloriously.
So do I.
Midnight postscript...please leave a comment, if you have a minute. I'm on the ropes. I need your prayers.