Andrew, who began this thread, sadly died in September 2008, but his friends wished that his thread remain open in his memory, particularly to promote Andrew's idea of 'dancing away cancer' each Friday at 3pm. Please feel free to post your dance tunes every Friday in his memory.
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Hello everyone,
this is my topic to start and its a question that has been burning around the back of my mind for the last few days.
I always thought that having a small group of very close friends was enough for anyone, ok you always have work colleagues and other acquaintances but the main group of my friends has remained within a steady little group of five people for nigh on the last twenty years. We have shared almost, if not all, of what life can show you over that period and nothing has every served to tear us very far apart for long.
There have always times when partners/other friends/own family have been more important to us and always been times when we are more important to each other and perhaps have taken some of this for granted and assumed that it will always be thus. I have reached the opinion that I have for certain.
Then you get cancer! Things change I suppose but I have cancer and all of a sudden things are important to me that weren't before and they have an impact on others which were not anticipated.
First I need to say that my friends have been great through this initial part of my illness and there is nothing to say that this position is going to change immediately - rather its me that seems to be changing and not them. I am having doubts about my ability to cope with what is happening to me and what may happen in the immediate future, I am doubting my friends willingness to hear what I have to say when they ask that questions each day "How are you?", I don't want to say "OK thanks" each time when I am not OK,
I want to say "it bloody hurts" and "I don't feel well at all" and "I think its really unfair that I have this disease and you don't" (that one really stings in your head and even if its not at all true, sometimes you can't help yourself thinking it even fleetingly).
Then after that I get guilty about having the disease and having those bad thoughts that seem to go along with it all. I keep thinking that I am asking too much of them now in terms of emotional and physical help and what if their well runs dry later when I need them even more than I do now and they have nothing left to give me. Then I think that that is a really selfish "me, me me" attitude to have and that gets me really down - can you be guilty about a guilty thought which in itself is only a selfish thought about feeling guilty - just how big a knot is that one to unravel.
Anyway before I drive all away completely with this "hymn to the depressed" that brings around the original thought I had;
- can you use up and wear out your friends and family with this thing before you need them most?
Thanks for reading (if you managed to get through the dirge without laughing too much) and any thoughts are appreciated.
Cheers
Andrew
I'm late.....I'm late........ Stupid painkillers make me feel soooo sleepy that I missed 3pm yesterday afternoon!!!!!
Anyway my song of the moment has the line - 'I'll get by with a little help from my friends...' Need i say more??????????? (Actually that's the only line I can remember and I use it like a mantra..........)
Love and (((hugs))) to you all
Dot xxx
Trying again, it has missed of so much of my post, this site just beggars belief. Here is the link for the song http://youtu.be/vUSzL2leaFM
((((((((((hugs))))))))) for you all.
Love Maryxxxxx
The next few weeks were variable. He had good days, bad days and awful days. Amongst which came his 47th birthday. It had to be celebrated in style, of course, and with a great deal of fortitude and a small extra dose of oramorph, he made it to a restaurant where almost everyone he knew assembled. He did have a lovely day, lots of laughs and presents.
But the awful days became more numerous. One night, after I'd gone to bed, the phone rang. It was Andrew. He had fallen between his bed and the wall and could not get up. We lived about 45 minutes away from each other, so help could not be given immediately. When I finally got there he'd been on the floor for about 3 hours. He'd managed to reach his walking stick and had used that to knock his mobile phone off the bedside table and inch it to where he was lying.
I tried to get him up, but he was too heavy and in too much pain. In the end I had to call an ambulance. We were taken to A&E and he was admitted later that night. He spent two or three days in hospital while they attempted to sort his pain meds out. Meanwhile I worried. This incident had brought into focus the issue of care. I had offered to have him move in with me, but in my house the stairs would be a major issue. Me moving in with him would put me a long way from work, and still mean he was alone for the whole day. I left him in hospital thinking about this issue.
Upon his discharge, when I went to collect him, he announced that he'd had an idea. I was expecting him to say that he'd come up with a solution to his need for more care, but no. His announcement was that he'd decided he needed a holiday!
From what I knew of Andrew, that last remark made me smile, that was so like him! Anne, this insight into your dear brother makes him seem even more real for me, I remember that chat I had with him, he was always so out going, concerned about others yet struggling himself physically, but very much forward looking and planning all sorts of escapades, one which never came to fruition was the previous thought of tripping over to Manchester to see a concert in Bridgewater Hall, of the Halle orchestra and choir that I'd become an associate member for the performance of Elgar's Dream of Gerontius. I knew he loved all sorts of music, my love of course was and is predominately classical.
Moomy
IT'S FRIDAY....................AND WILL SOON BE 3 OF THE CLOCK................AND TIME FOR DANCING.......................
So my song for today is...............'Narcissus' by Norman Wisdom and Joyce Grenfell..............because we all need to laugh out loud..................
Evening all your love ladies and gents,
Sooo sorry that I missed yesterday, still better late than never, this is for all my dear friends. 'James Taylor - You've got a friend'. http://youtu.be/BePDQ5iFi88
Love to you all
Maryxxx
Oh dear, I too am late, but my choice is Joyce Grefell's 'Stately as a Galleon' as that always makes me smile.........xxxxxxxxxxxx
Moomy
And I'm very very late! Haven't had a phone line all week. Continual busy signal, both in and out. Got quite rude texts commenting on my ability to talk a lot!
My song for yesterday was 'Call Me' by Blondie, (I think?). 'Cos now it's mended, it is actually possible for people to call me.
Thanks for your comments, Moomy. Much appreciated.
Love, Anne.x
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