Most of you know me from this forum, you can read my journal and my posts, I really don't hold back much but, there is something I have never discussed with anyone and certainly never posted here because it's not at all inspirational and it defies what most people consider to be an absolute requirement for survival.
ATTITUDE
The first year, or so, after being diagnosed stage 4, I had a horrible attitude, NOTHING positive in any way. I was angry with God and the world in general.
I came from a "broken and disadvantaged home" and vowed my children would not suffer the same fate. I was successfully keeping that vow until November 30th 1999, my twin sons were 6 1/2 yrs old and we were considering another child.
BOOM! The world changed...I was going to die soon and had no control over my life or my familys' lives. I went through the surgeries and treatments ad nauseum but, thought about death and my sons fate EVERY single day, it would slip into my conscious thoughts constantly, the dread, the anger, the bewilderment. After months and months of this I escaped somewhat into the painkillers that clouded these feelings. They never went away completely though and finally the thought came to me that I wasn't being much of a father in the state I was in so I listened to this "voice", got off the meds and decided whatever time I had left would be spent with my family, raising, teaching, nurturing and loving my sons. We decided it wouldn't be fair to have any more children given the circumstances. My sons are 16 now and they're good, bright kids.
I don't think this post is inspirational but, I wanted Kathy, ksep, to know that it's OK to be down and get back up again.
God has some sense of humor and doesn't give up on us, even if we give up on ourselves.
That's all I have to say about that,
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