Join Date: Feb 2011
Location: My side of the street
Re: So it's been 2 weeks
And, after a great deal of thought, I've decided to add a P.S. to my previous post. You have been given excellent advice. But the pattern remains: You are told to quit feeling sorry for yourself, you don't post for a few days, then you come back whining about your circumstances.
And you make excuses over and over for yourself. Hey, you want to sit on your pity pot, please go right ahead. But people on TAM can only give so much advice. When we have a whiner-in-residence, we generally just check out and wish them well.
So before I add my parting P.S., I want to tell you an episode from my life. I spent three days a month for six months in an infusion center. That's where cancer patients go to get chemo. The staff at the center thought it was funny to turn on the Food Network on the huge flat screen in the waiting room. Those of us who had diarrhea and vomiting to contend with thought it was hilarious. We would sit around talking about all the great food being prepared and reminiscing about some of our favorite meals. Bald men. Bald women. People who knew they might not make it out of there alive after a year. In fact, it sounded like the wildest party you can imagine. People laughing, joking, taking off their wigs. We all had a great time. The highlight of my three days was being able to choose between a turkey or ham sandwich. I also LOVED the therapy dogs who came through to give us a lift. I had my own private cube, complete with TV, intercom, and a nearby bathroom.
It is something I can't explain to anyone other than those who have gone through chemo, but we all learned to enjoy ourselves for what we had. There was a camaraderie. There was a sense of hope. There was a sense of living in the moment and making the best of that moment.
Sorry, marksaysay, but I'm going to check out of your thread. You are a whiney, complaining child. BTW, I went through six months of chemo alone, since my drunk husband couldn't manage to get his act together enough to be there for me. His life. His choice. I'm glad he wasn't there.
I'm no superhero. I'm no saint. But I AM someone who went through some really, really difficult stuff alone. And, by the grace of God, I came out the other end just fine.
Now why don't you just quit feeling sorry for yourself, okay????
I refuse to make anyone a priority in my life who considers me nothing more than an option.
You can't start the next chapter of your life if you keep re-reading the last one.