I've always said that my cancer is worse for Deb than for me.
Tonight I realise that it's worse than worse :-(
My natural response to reality is to ignore it.
I do have flashes of despair, of fear, of -- in this case -- of sudden non-existence.
Actually, these flashes are usually in response to disasters which have already affected other people).
For myself. impending doom is simply set aside
in an overall attitude of, nah, it'll never happen to me...
Or: If you can't laugh at yourself -- you're missing the whole point of life
Or, as my mother would tell me I am, like my father, cold and emotionless.
No, I prefer: If you can't laugh at yourself -- you're missing the whole point of life .
I'm looking back through old entries to this blog: Posts start from the first day of terminal cancer diagnosis... already, I was making jokes... that's my coping strategy. From that position it is quite easy to move to an attitude of calm acceptance.
From that first day... Deb has had to put up with the same knowledge of my ultimate death... but without the built-in resistance to reality.
Deb and I can discuss my now-ever-closer death, which is a terrific help for me.
But where does Deb go for sympathy? For a shoulder to cry on?
Does Deb *need* a shoulder to cry on? Perhaps? perhaps not.
Just in case... please be willing to offer.
Deb's sister: ... are you reading this? You are my first thought...
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When I'm dead, I'll be fine.
Already, I'm relaxed and -- except for occasional flashes -- I'm fine.
When I'm dead, Deb will cope.
It's now... that Deb may be needing care and sympathy...
...It's beyond my skills.
Please be willing to help and support Deb. Now. When whatever she needs may be less obvious.