I have the Cancer Treatment Centers of America commerical stuck in my head. "When she was diagnosed with cancer... my whole world stopped." (He tears up)
My father has been diagnosed with Colon Cancer at age 66. Today they preformed a biopsy on his liver to see if the dark spots on the scan were just dark spots or whether his cancer has spread.
My world hasn't stopped, though it is my elder father and not my same-age husband. It's stumble-worthy, though. Just as we're making plans to head home, I'm learning now my father may need me home sooner than I realize. Yikes.
My brother's intelligence continues to shine even with the prospect of losing his dad. It may be near robotic, but it's also the smart way to approach this:
Really that's all we should do.
When the time comes, mourn. Doing anything before then is a waste of energy- especially if its 30+ years down the line.
To begin, be thankful. If anything, this can be a fateful reminder of how much we cherish our loved ones.
To survive, keep moving. I again think of the husband in the commercial and his "my whole world stopped". Well what use does that do? Does your loved one want you to stop living? Will that make her happy? I seriously doubt it. If the worst should happen, how will you pick up the pieces of a life that stopped xzy months/ years ago? It'll make survival without that person that much worse because now you have to fix the mess you let your life get to. No, Keep Moving!
And So It Goes.
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