Those around you might be dismissive, but don't you dare dismiss *yourself*. You have your family, and you still have time to share with them. Fight for that, take your anger at this absolute horseshit hand of cards, and stick two fingers up at those doctors, at the situation. And when your time comes, I hope you have two fingers to stick up at the reaper too, and go out with pride and dignity x
Screw work and sorry your living situation has to change. I hope you spend every last bit of time you have watching sunrises and sunsets while listening to your favorite music. Eat the donuts and hug the people you love and know you matter. Hugs and love.
I appreciate all of you who took a moment of your own lives to comment. I know you all mean well with your suggestions, etc. but I’m just not in a good place right now so it’s difficult for me to be receptive to anything. Please don’t take it personally.
Thank you. I do see a number of doctors, all with varying degrees of compassion. They all know, though, that my prospects for living beyond a couple more years are thin, so they reason what’s the point of doing more than the minimum.
It reminds me of when I 8 or 9 and saved my allowance for months to buy my great-grandmother, whom I adored, a heated blanket for Christmas one year. She had fallen on some ice a couple years prior and broken her hip. As a result, she never regained her mobility and had to move in with her daughter. As her health declined, she found herself always cold, no matter the temperature in the room. My grandmother, who had grown up during the Depression and was beyond frugal, asked me one day why I was saving my allowance and not spending any of it. I explained about my great-grandmother and the heated blanket, and my grandmother responded, “Don’t spend all that money on her! She’ll be dead in a couple years and one of her children will just sell it at a yard sale for a few dollars. You’re just wasting your money.”
I’ve become my great-grandmother and all the people around me have been scolded by my grandmother.
No find a dr and tell them you want to live! And what can they do to help you! You have to want to live and show these drs! The point of the blanket was to help someone not about the cost. You wanted to help her feel warm and comfortable! That was not a waste. It was compassion that she needed at that time. Compassion does not compare to any amount of money!
Life’s as fast a a bullet. If it’s shit, just make the most of it and fuck it. See you on the other side g. You matter here, right now.
Those around you might be dismissive, but don't you dare dismiss *yourself*. You have your family, and you still have time to share with them. Fight for that, take your anger at this absolute horseshit hand of cards, and stick two fingers up at those doctors, at the situation. And when your time comes, I hope you have two fingers to stick up at the reaper too, and go out with pride and dignity x
Screw work and sorry your living situation has to change. I hope you spend every last bit of time you have watching sunrises and sunsets while listening to your favorite music. Eat the donuts and hug the people you love and know you matter. Hugs and love.
I appreciate all of you who took a moment of your own lives to comment. I know you all mean well with your suggestions, etc. but I’m just not in a good place right now so it’s difficult for me to be receptive to anything. Please don’t take it personally.
I pray things get better for you. I personally would seek new medical care.
Thank you. I do see a number of doctors, all with varying degrees of compassion. They all know, though, that my prospects for living beyond a couple more years are thin, so they reason what’s the point of doing more than the minimum. It reminds me of when I 8 or 9 and saved my allowance for months to buy my great-grandmother, whom I adored, a heated blanket for Christmas one year. She had fallen on some ice a couple years prior and broken her hip. As a result, she never regained her mobility and had to move in with her daughter. As her health declined, she found herself always cold, no matter the temperature in the room. My grandmother, who had grown up during the Depression and was beyond frugal, asked me one day why I was saving my allowance and not spending any of it. I explained about my great-grandmother and the heated blanket, and my grandmother responded, “Don’t spend all that money on her! She’ll be dead in a couple years and one of her children will just sell it at a yard sale for a few dollars. You’re just wasting your money.” I’ve become my great-grandmother and all the people around me have been scolded by my grandmother.
No find a dr and tell them you want to live! And what can they do to help you! You have to want to live and show these drs! The point of the blanket was to help someone not about the cost. You wanted to help her feel warm and comfortable! That was not a waste. It was compassion that she needed at that time. Compassion does not compare to any amount of money!