Many years ago when my younger brother was dying, I was spending my weekends driving to New York State to spend time with him in the hospital. Friends of mine got me tickets to see a pro football game (Patriots/49ers.) I had never been to a pro game and really wanted to go. My immediate family was cool with it. My extended family thought I was the Spawn of Satan for even thinking of going. I talked it over with my brother and his response was that my not going wasn't going to change the course of his illness and that he was getting bored with the death vigil as it was and would welcome a conversation other than about his health. He was looking forward to talking about the game. I'm glad I went and got to talk to him about it.
I agree with what some of the other posters have stated: You need to take care of you before you can take care of others. Have a good time.
I'm a Dog on a Mission! The human & I are doing Woofstock again this year!