Are friends and family ever enough?

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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



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    FormerMember in reply to FormerMember

    A holiday!! Oh well, go with the flow, I thought. And sure enough, that's what he did. The next few days were dedicated to holiday planning... which turned out to be a hell of a lot more difficult than he anticipated. Forget about insurance, the logistics of taking a holiday when you've got cancer seem to be specifically designed to make you stay at home.

    The friends he wanted to go with him were, rather understandably, wary of taking the trip. But, bless them, they all said they'd give it a whirl. He wanted to see a whale, so that had an effect on destination, then there was hotel accessability, he may need to take to a wheelchair on occasions, then proximity to local bars, (very important to Andrew's friends as it once was to him!), and so on.

    But he did it. Before long he had it all organised, even a relatively reasonable insurance deal. The next thing he wanted to do was get a particular sort of lens for his camera, just in case he managed to see a whale. So I took him into town. He really struggled that day, both with pain and mobility. At one point I remember thinking that it would be a bit of a miracle if he actually managed to go on this holiday.

    The next day we had a repeat of the falling incident and once more he ended up in hospital. 

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    Andrew and I were brother and sister and fairly close in age. As children we had fought about anything and everything. As teenagers we barely spoke, actually Andrew had a phase where he barely spoke to anyone, full stop. Throughout our twenties we lived at opposite ends of the country, only meeting at family occasions and Christmas. During our thirties I moved back up north and we saw a little more of each other. We still argued, but rather more sedately, but began to get to know each other rather better than we ever had in the past.

    From the day of Andrew's cancer diagnosis we had not had a single disagreement, albeit with much mutual biting of tongues at times. On the day after he was admitted to hospital, in the ward, in front of patients and visitors alike, we had a huge row, hissed of course, not shouted.

    There he was, flat on his back in a hospital bed, barely able to sit up, never mind walk, talking of discharging himself so he could shop in time to go on holiday! In retrospect, I don't know why I bothered to argue the point, and furthermore how I failed to realise these statements of intent were more bravado than fact.

    It ended with me leaving, telling him to call someone else when they finally discharge him. I drove home very angry which gradually turned to guilt. I began to compose a text, apologising and granting that he had the right to make his own decisions, and leaving out the bit about those decisions being totally misguided. But he beat me to it. He was sorry and would stay in hospital until officially discharged.....unless it interfered with his holiday dates! 

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    FormerMember in reply to FormerMember

    It's Friday! My song for this week is going to be 'Desperado' by The Eagles or Linda Ronstadt or anyone else. Just love the song.

    Have a lovely weekend everyone.

    love Anne.x

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    Hi Anne and all who dance the dance on Friday afternoons.............my choice this week has to be 'The wee small hours of the morning' by a certain young lady.................

    Love and (((hugs))) to all

    Dot xxxx

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    Afteroon all,

    My song to dance to is 'Forever Autumn' Justin Hayward . http://youtu.be/hsCdlX-5UjE

    Love to you al

    lMaryxxx

  • 'I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date'! Yup, I was napping at around 3pm as I'd seen far too much of those 'wee small hours of the morning' so that too is my choice for this week.......

    Mary, hope you didn't actually dance, with your back being bad? 

    love and hugs to you all

    Moomy

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    It was at this point that I stopped worrying about the holiday. He would go or he wouldn't. Either way there was nothing I could do to alter any one of the thousand plus possible outcomes and events I had considered. So when discharge day came around I discussed sunbathing and whale watching as though I hadn't a care in the world.

    It was half term. On the first Tuesday I took my car in for a service and went on to do some shopping. Since Andrew's illness I had had little time to myself. It was a lovely day. The shops were quietish and I was thoroughly happy for the first time in a long time. After a few hours I headed home. Upon letting myself in the phone was ringing. I didn't get to it in time so heard the message as it was spoken. It was a sister on the ward I had picked him up from only four days earlier. Could I come immediately? Andrew had been re-admitted. He was in a great deal of pain and they were having trouble settling him.

    No, I couldn't come immediately. I had no car. My next call to the garage only confirmed what I already knew, my car would not be available for at least 3 hours. I explained the circumstances and they said they'd try. I rang the ward and they told me what had happened.

    Andrew had had another fall. He was completely immobile, but luckily his phone was in his hand. After trying to get up for a little while, calling everyone he could think of and not getting hold of anyone, he had called an ambulance. He was in so much pain as they tried to move him that when they finally managed to get him on to a stretcher, they took him straight to A&E. From there, he'd been admitted on to the ward with the intention of being better able to control his pain. Unfortunately they were having limited success.

    I explained my lack of transport and promised to get there as soon as I could. In the event, despite the garage's best efforts, it was another 3 hours before I finally arrived at the hospital. He was conscious, but very much out of it. He badly wanted to go to the Co-op to buy Dorrito's. He felt he must contribute something to the party that was happening all around him in the small private room containing just the two of us. He kept getting really annoyed with me for not acknowledging the various invisible guests. Eventually he went to sleep and I went home. They were going to scan him the next day to try and find out what was going on.

    When I got home, the cats were much disturbed by something. There was nothing obvious to be seen. About half an hour later, when I went upstairs, I found half my bedroom ceiling had fallen down. 

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    FormerMember in reply to FormerMember

    It's Friday once more. Need an extra long sleep in tomorrow morning, although, having said that, I'm not as good at sleep-ins as I used to be. Shame.

    My song for today is 'Alone Again Or' by Calexico.

    Have a lovely weekend all,

    love, Anne.x

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    Evening all,

    My song for today is by Celine Dion - 'The Prayer' http://youtu.be/00LVDCPQwx4

    Remembering sweet little Chary Johns, sweet dreams little princess, you were too young to be taken from your loving family

    Love to you all

    Maryxxxxxx

  • Oh, Anne.......no words, I do remember how confused Andrew was after that previous time, poor man....

    I'm very late for today's song, sorry folks......but have had a well needed nap, just a few minutes but feel more human as a result.  So, today, in memory of our forces, the band were playing this on the Alan Titchmarsh show but I loved Rod Stewart singing it 'We are sailing'

    Moomy