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<font color=navy>Blackhearted Pirate<br><font colo
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So... as some of you may already know, my mom has advanced colon cancer. My family has always had a difficult time talking to each other about anything important - in fact, we usually just don't do it unless it's absolutely vital. I live at home with my parents, so it's not like we don't have the opportunity to talk - we're all right there together. But, a couple of days before Christmas, my mom was on the phone with me while I was at work and, just in passing like it was no big deal, mentioned that she didn't think she'd get any more treatment for her cancer (she was trying to get into a clinical trial, as that's all we have left to try). She mentioned how mad she was at my dad for freaking out a bit when she told him. So, okay, I kept my cool and didn't say anything - it is, after all, her decision. Though, it would have been nice to discuss it as a family to be sure her decision is coming from the right frame of mind, you know?
So here I am at work today, talking on the phone with mom, just passing the time, and she says something about my dad being upset again because of what she told him Friday. "Oh, I didn't tell you, did I?" she says. Then she goes on to say that she talked with her oncologist Friday and asked him for a rough estimate of what kind of time she had left if she didn't seek any further treatment. He told her 2-3 months. Now, granted, everyone is different and he may not be right about his estimate, so we may have a bit longer than that.
So, like I said, here I am at work. Crying. For one thing, what kind of a way is that to tell someone a thing like that?!? For another thing - I knew I'd lose my mom sometime in 2004, but I thought we'd get near the end of the year... or I hoped so, anyway. Dad and I don't have a clue how to get by without mom. We're both completely helpless. Okay, not completely, but close enough. I don't know what's going to happen to me (is that selfish to think of?) - will dad keep the house? Where will I live? I can't afford to move out - I've never understood how anyone can afford to live around here, even in an apartment. How will dad and I deal with the day-to-day stuff?
How will dad and I deal with mom and her illness as it gets worse? So many questions and fears and concerns. I need to contact my sister, who hasn't talked to our family in 12 years. I have an address for her that I went to more than a year ago and left a note that our mom was ill, but I never heard from her. Guess I should try again.
I feel like I don't have anyone to help me with this. My dad and I dont' know how to talk to each other and my friends all have problems of their own to deal with. I know they'll help me, but I don't have anyone to just be right there for me. All my friends who've gone through this sort of thing had someone there for them - a husband, boyfriend, brother or sister... All I have is my cat.
Dang it, I sound so selfish. Concerned about myself. But, I'm scared. I'm sad. I'm completely freaked out and I don't know what to do with myself. Maybe I need to find a support group. It's extremely hard for me to open up and share my feelings with others, so I hope you guys will understand if this is a little scatter-brained. Could you just send a little pixie dust my way? I really need it right now...
So here I am at work today, talking on the phone with mom, just passing the time, and she says something about my dad being upset again because of what she told him Friday. "Oh, I didn't tell you, did I?" she says. Then she goes on to say that she talked with her oncologist Friday and asked him for a rough estimate of what kind of time she had left if she didn't seek any further treatment. He told her 2-3 months. Now, granted, everyone is different and he may not be right about his estimate, so we may have a bit longer than that.
So, like I said, here I am at work. Crying. For one thing, what kind of a way is that to tell someone a thing like that?!? For another thing - I knew I'd lose my mom sometime in 2004, but I thought we'd get near the end of the year... or I hoped so, anyway. Dad and I don't have a clue how to get by without mom. We're both completely helpless. Okay, not completely, but close enough. I don't know what's going to happen to me (is that selfish to think of?) - will dad keep the house? Where will I live? I can't afford to move out - I've never understood how anyone can afford to live around here, even in an apartment. How will dad and I deal with the day-to-day stuff?
How will dad and I deal with mom and her illness as it gets worse? So many questions and fears and concerns. I need to contact my sister, who hasn't talked to our family in 12 years. I have an address for her that I went to more than a year ago and left a note that our mom was ill, but I never heard from her. Guess I should try again.
I feel like I don't have anyone to help me with this. My dad and I dont' know how to talk to each other and my friends all have problems of their own to deal with. I know they'll help me, but I don't have anyone to just be right there for me. All my friends who've gone through this sort of thing had someone there for them - a husband, boyfriend, brother or sister... All I have is my cat.
Dang it, I sound so selfish. Concerned about myself. But, I'm scared. I'm sad. I'm completely freaked out and I don't know what to do with myself. Maybe I need to find a support group. It's extremely hard for me to open up and share my feelings with others, so I hope you guys will understand if this is a little scatter-brained. Could you just send a little pixie dust my way? I really need it right now...
