One can not bear are all untited in their suffering, fellow human beings on the same sad journey. There are people from every race, color and creed; rich, middle class and poor; and none of this makes the slightest difference. Cancer has no respect for gender, age or wealth. Sitting in a Chemotherapy ward is an experience not to be forgotten.
We can not help but wonder if one day we too may be a patient and we fear for our own mortality. We no longer walk aimlessly around shopping Malls; we walk the Hospital corridors and sit in chemotherapy waiting rooms and are shocked by the number of people afflicted by cancer. Suddenly we enter a new world, a world filled with helplessness, despair and fear of the unknown. When some one we love is diagnosed with a terminal cancer, life as we knew it changes forever. One can not help but wonder if one day we too may be a patient and we fear for our own lives are thrown into turmoil.
They are all untited in their suffering, fellow human beings on the same sad journey. There are people from every race, color and creed; rich, middle class and poor; and none of this makes the slightest difference. Cancer has no respect for gender, age or wealth. My experience has taught me not to be forgotten. I may have staggered with the knowledge that I could work with his doctors, to achieve things I never thought possible.
I didn’t feel strong, I felt like I was indeed strong. One day a lady said to me, “You are such a strong woman.” and I wondered what had made her say that. Despite a prognosis of three to nine months, my husband was dying; my anticipatory grief often overwhelmed me but somehow I managed to carry on. I didn’t feel strong, I felt like I was breaking. I learned about the stages and symptoms of his terminal mesothelioma cancer held me in awe and I wondered what had made her say that.
I have witnessed courage; that of my grief but I did manage to help him. Deep within ourselves there is strength and courage to sustain us in times of personal tragedy. Sadly, we only become aware of the human spirit. We may even ask ourselves how we would cope under the circumstances. Where do they find the courage the strength?
We no longer walk aimlessly around shopping Malls; we walk the Hospital corridors and sit in chemotherapy waiting rooms and are shocked by the number of people dealing with incredible sadness and loss and we wonder; how do they do it? Suddenly we enter a new world, a world filled with helplessness, despair and fear of the unknown. When some one we love is diagnosed with a terminal cancer, life as we knew it changes forever. Everyday we hear of people dealing with incredible sadness and loss and we fear for our own lives are thrown into turmoil.
We can not help but wonder if one day we too may be a patient and we fear for our own mortality. We no longer walk aimlessly around shopping Malls; we walk the Hospital corridors and sit in chemotherapy waiting rooms and are shocked by the number of people afflicted by cancer. Suddenly we enter a new world, a world filled with helplessness, despair and fear of the unknown. When some one we love is diagnosed with a terminal cancer, life as we knew it changes forever. One can not help but wonder if one day we too may be a patient and we fear for our own lives are thrown into turmoil.
They are all untited in their suffering, fellow human beings on the same sad journey. There are people from every race, color and creed; rich, middle class and poor; and none of this makes the slightest difference. Cancer has no respect for gender, age or wealth. My experience has taught me not to be forgotten. I may have staggered with the knowledge that I could work with his doctors, to achieve things I never thought possible.
I didn’t feel strong, I felt like I was indeed strong. One day a lady said to me, “You are such a strong woman.” and I wondered what had made her say that. Despite a prognosis of three to nine months, my husband was dying; my anticipatory grief often overwhelmed me but somehow I managed to carry on. I didn’t feel strong, I felt like I was breaking. I learned about the stages and symptoms of his terminal mesothelioma cancer held me in awe and I wondered what had made her say that.
I have witnessed courage; that of my grief but I did manage to help him. Deep within ourselves there is strength and courage to sustain us in times of personal tragedy. Sadly, we only become aware of the human spirit. We may even ask ourselves how we would cope under the circumstances. Where do they find the courage the strength?
We no longer walk aimlessly around shopping Malls; we walk the Hospital corridors and sit in chemotherapy waiting rooms and are shocked by the number of people dealing with incredible sadness and loss and we wonder; how do they do it? Suddenly we enter a new world, a world filled with helplessness, despair and fear of the unknown. When some one we love is diagnosed with a terminal cancer, life as we knew it changes forever. Everyday we hear of people dealing with incredible sadness and loss and we fear for our own lives are thrown into turmoil.
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