I grieve for their own families celebrations I may miss, growing older with my husband, having grandchildren
There are epoches when Im full of wrath and sadness, and other instants when I recognize the miracle of life. Every gesticulate, anthem or speech now carries a deeper implication. The intensity of hugging my husband and daughters is often unbearable, and I grieve every day for “peoples lives” that cancer took away from me.
Stage four cancer suctions optimism, hope and eventually even sigh. Its like being in a very slow but inescapable fatal vehicle crash that you replay in your recollection over and over. At first, you try to navigate yourself through oncology terminology, medicines, diagnosis, scans, but eventually you realise “there hasnt” safety belt or steering wheel to hold on to. I have incredible support and love, but I often feel very alone in my thoughts and knows. I cant are relevant to others who have special privileges of good health or the power to improve their situations.
In 16 months, my formerly health lungs have stopped running efficiently. I am reliant on an oxygen machine and drugs. I feel the harmful consequences of air pollution, and get angry watching beings drag on cigarettes, as my life is declining away and is likely to vanish soon in a inhale of cigarette. My breather is tightened and even talking involves effort. I have a sinister coughing that prompts parties of my condition.
I grieve for the family observances I may miss, originating older with my husband, having grandchildren, satisfying my daughters partners. I wait for examines to tell me how close I am to the edge, and every moment is filled with urgency to terminated chores while I am able. Ive inspected my burial site, rewritten my will, and written a letter addressed to loved ones. I am prepared for my tip, but no one can take away my former happiness.
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