Post by hisno1girl on Jan 15, 2017 21:26:31 GMT -5
I can't believe six months have passed.
I knew today was coming because I've basically been counting the days in my calendar.
When a doctor tells you that you have 6-9 months to live, every day ticks by like the hands on a clock.
I know that treatment is helping a little bit but in my head, all I remember is what the oncologist said.
I wonder if I only have three months left to live.
There are days when I feel perfectly fine and I almost forget what's wrong with me. I think, "I feel GREAT!" and a second later, the bad thoughts and feelings completely overwhelm me.
This has fucked with my head so much, it's hard to explain.
I will be playing with my grandchildren and then I think that I may not be around to see them grow up and it absolutely breaks my heart, partially for me, but mostly for them.
How will they ever know how much I love them? Will the babies even remember me?
Thinking of the pain my death would cause my children physically hurts.
I am trying to live a peace filed life but it's so hard. It's so hard to not feel sorry for yourself.
But....I go on. I'm going to fight like a motherfucker because that who I am. I don't back away from anything.
There are no words to explain how you ladies have helped me. You saved me. The prayers, notes, encouraging words, EVERYTHING you have done means the world to me and so do you.
Hugs. I lost a grandparent when I was 10 months old. I don't have direct memories of him but I treasure the pictures of us together and my parents have kept him alive for me through lots of stories.
I have a friend in a very similar situation right now. I hate when life throws crappy balls at really wonderful people. Keep fighting and know you have LOTS of people behind you all the way!
I was lucky in that I got to know all 4 of my grandparents. I was barely 2 when the first one passed - my maternal grandmother who battled cancer almost half my life and was in the hospital for 8 months before she died. I really do remember her and I know how much she loved me. I still pray to her and talk with her often.
My son was lucky enough to have all 4 of his grandparents and two of his great grandparents, who have since passed. He too remembers them now 6 and 7 years after they've passed and talks fondly of them often.
I really believe your grandchildren will know how special they are to you and how loved they are loved no matter how long you get to spend with them. I can't even imagine what a mindfuck that is.