I would have put this in the “Pit”, but it’s too lame and yet sensitive to go there. Seven months ago, my Mother died from metastatic colon cancer, she had no clue and from diagnosos to death was ten days. Now, one of my two friends left just died from brain cancer. Darn, I went to his five year cancer free party three years ago and now…
Dave was a computer hardware wizard, and to watch his mind and body go was, well, you can imagine.
Of course now, I want to talk to Mom about it, but…
I don’t need Zoloft or any of that crud, because, I firmly believe there are times you are supposed to be depressed and going through it is part of being human.
To anyone who read this and shared it with me, thank you.
Amybugnorton
I know what you mean…I lost my favorite grandparent to colon cancer. Watching such a vibrant and loving person waste away really ate away at me. Not only did I have to watch one of the people I loved most in the world dying, I had to miss school because I had to fly to Thailand to be with my grandpa. I almost failed all of my classes because I wanted to go with my parents to see him. Stupid unforgiving school system…luckily my teachers liked me enough to work with me so I could bypass the school rules and get my work done abroad.
The thing I regret most is that I didn’t hug him the last time I saw him. I thought “I’ll be back in a few weeks to see grandpa, and I don’t want to keep him from bed by going back and hugging him”. It’s one of the biggest regrets that I still carry to this day.
I miss you grandpa. I’ll always cherish my snowflake necklace you got me when I was 6. And I hope you’re singing karaoke in heaven and yelling at dad in his dreams.
I’m so sorry to hear that.
Both of my parents have battled cancer but they’ve survived.
You have my understanding and sympathy Bugnorton. Watching my girlfriend become consumed by the disease was an experience I’d wish on no one.
I’m not in any way making light of the situation but I’m glad it wasn’t the Big Cocaine that I was afraid it was going to be.
I’m so sorry to hear that. I have been battling leukemia for just over 9 years and I’m not even 18 yet. I’ve lost all my hair. Twice. And I dont have enough words to describe chemo. I was once a ballerina in the making and now i’m lucky if I dance at weddings. Some of my friends faded away and the ones that stay occasionally look at me like I’m a lost child. I feel myself wasting away but I seem less upset than my family and friends.
I think the worst part if this is thinking back to when I was 11 and met the most special 9yr old girl in the childrens ward. She also had cancer and I watched her struggle for 6 months before she passed away. Most people have no idea what its like to watch such a beautiful child pass away to such a disease. I’d wished it was me instead of her.