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



  • FormerMember
    FormerMember in reply to moomy

    Well, after saying I couldn't possibly post early on Fridays, here I am with a sneaky 5 minutes.

    My song for today is 'Careless Whisper' by George Michael.

    Have a lovely weekend all.

    love, Anne.x 

  • My song today isn't really a song but is a 'gradual'.........since I will be signing it very soon....Bruckner's 'Locus Iste'

    Moomy

  • FormerMember
    FormerMember in reply to moomy

    Such a busy week! Christmas in a primary school takes some stamina. Think I'm running out of it now.

    My song for today is ' Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas' sung by whoever you'd like to hear. I'm only capable of a very slow dance!

    have a lovely weekend all.

    love Anne.x

  • I thought you might also like to smile at this version of the Hallelujah chorus from 'Messiah'

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZCFCeJTEzNU&feature=player_embedded

    Moomy

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    FormerMember in reply to moomy

    Evening ladies,

    A very emotional day today, I spent some time with a work friend when the little ones left, we opened a bottle of wine and cried together, bless her she lost her mum earlier in the year, not to cancer, (heart attack) so sudden, she is only 32, life is so very cruel, my heart goes out to all that are suffering the loss of their dear loved ones

    My song is dedicated to my beautiful daughter, Marie who lost her mum, and my beautiful niece., who we lost nearly four years ago. Dianna Ross - "When you tell me that you love me"

    http://youtu.be/NrGeY8rEEaULove

    Love to you all Maryxxxx

  • Big hugs to you, Mary, and all who are finding this time of year tough........xxx

    Moomy

  • FormerMember
    FormerMember in reply to moomy

    Fairy tale of New York  - loud - best ever Xmas song xxxxx

  • FormerMember
    FormerMember in reply to FormerMember

    We got to the ward. Andrew took a violent dislike to the man in the next bed. Fortunately, he was in a similar state to Andrew and was too pre-occupied with rabbits to mind. After I finished talking to the admitting nurse, I tried to settle him down a bit, to no avail. Eventually I had to leave. I drove home extremely worried.

    The next day I rang the hospital and was told that he had been moved to a medical ward and was being treated for a urine infection. I didn't say 'I told you so', but the urge was almost overwhelming.

    Later that day I went to visit. He was in a ward that appeared to be a closely guarded secret. I walked forever down increasingly deserted corridors. I even went past a room where they kept those trolleys they use to take the dead from the wards. Things were not seeming hopeful. Then I came to a dead end...., but no. There was a lift. On the door, in very tiny writing was a sign saying 'TO WARD 23. I pressed a button and entered the smallest lift I have ever been in. It descended one floor and the door opened. And there was a ward!

    The strangeness didn't end there. At the desk I asked where he was and they didn't know! They kept asking other people and eventually, after telling my story three times, someone knew who and where he was. I was directed to the very end of the ward, and it was one of the most disturbing experiences I had during the whole of Andrews illness. It was a mixed ward with alternating bays of men and women. Some were very old, others much younger. There were people with obvious injuries, others looking very ill indeed, some with dementia or delirium. It seemed to be a ward where they put people who didn't entirely fit anywhere else. It was also very old and somewhat antiquated and quite tatty in places. I grew increasingly concerned as I walked along. Then I saw him.

    He was in a bay with three very elderly gentlemen. All four of them were completely silent and staring into space. I said 'Hello', but he didn't acknowledge me. After a few more attempts to get a response, I went in search of some information. I found a nurse who said she didn't know anything about him and directed me to the desk at the end. Having just been there, I didn't hold out much hope that they'd be able to tell me anything either. But I headed back there. After repeating myself several more times, I was told I needed to talk to a doctor. I asked where and when a doctor might be available, and guess what, they didn't know! So I cried.

    This turned out to be an excellent way of getting results. In less than a minute I had the full attention of the ward sister and a junior doctor. I was hurried into someones office and offered hankies and tea. Between sobs, I managed to get a lot of information and make a lot of complaints about his treatment and mine. Eventually I pulled myself together and went back to Andrew. He was still not responding. I chatted for a while, then left.

    I got back to the car with a fair degree of composure, then cried all the way home.

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    FormerMember in reply to FormerMember

    Ooops! Went out for last minute shopping, came home, unpacked and then thought I'd have 10 minutes nap on the sofa. Woke up 2 hours later and haven't been the same since. Completely forgot it was Friday, only just aware that it's Christmas sometime soon.

    My song for today will be 'Silent Night'. Can't dance to it, but I could sway gently.

    Love and a very happy Christmas to all,

    Anne.x

  • Oops indeed, I too forgot it was Friday, it's been a strange one....my tune today is also a Carol, and is Harold Darke's arrangement of 'In the Bleak Midwinter'. Hope you all have the loveliest , most peaceful Christmas possible.

    Moomy