This post is a way for me to process my thoughts—four days after knowing that my husband has cancer. It is also for our family and friends who are concerned with how we are feeling with the diagnosis. It is my prayer too that it’ll be a sharing of hope for you.
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‘I want to swim again’
said my late mum to her oncologist when at her stage-4 cancer, he asked what is it that she wants to do (to encourage her). Fight she did, but she never got the chance to go into the pool ever again.
What is it that you want to do even if it’s just a simple thing—but you are giving yourself excuses not to?
Or, are you questioning ‘does it matter to do what I’m doing?’
I question myself many times about my role in the church office. I question my blogging; writing about God. I question myself even over this 365 daily word thingy. Does it matter? Will it make a difference to other people?
Hubs told me, ‘Even if you do it, you may not know in your lifetime whether it will matter. But if you don’t do it, you will NEVER know and will live with this niggling thought. Maybe even at your death bed; regret.’
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Phases of grief- anger
As images of my mom suffering,fighting the battle, crying, breathing hard as water fills her lungs… kept floating in my mind,
I felt rage.
Despite all the will to fight, she suffers and dies.
The kind of rage that feels like punching the wall.
Her sufferings. My sweet lovely mom who did nothing but love others sacrificially. Suffered, crippled, gasping for air.
WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY??!!!!!!!
- back dated post December 2, 2012
Back dated post 22.11.2012 10:14am
I think I can understand why people get angry in challenging situations.
It’s one of the defense mechanism.
It’s an ‘easier’ feeling than to face the knife cuts of your heart.
Get angry, blame someone, blame God.
But where does that leads to?
In those times, who then can you rely on? But God and God alone.
So I chose not to entertain anger. I pray that I don’t fall into the devil’s trap.
Doctor delivering message that there is minimal hope that your mom will be cured from terminal lung cancer.