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Originally Posted by pshrynk
I'm sitting at home, feeling bummed beyond all words. My brother was diagnosed with cancer laswt year and got radiation and chemo. He just called me and it's back. And there is very little hope that he will be with us this Christmas. I have no idea how to cope with this.
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Shit! Crap! Mongrel! Bastiche! (the cancer, obviously).
I lost my father to prostate cancer in May 2003; my grandfather to the same 6 months later; my mother-out-law 6 months after that to meningioma (she'd had it removed twice over the preceding 18 months); and my dog, Monty (the "monts" in my username) to a very bloody and aggressive nasal adenocarcinoma in late 2006 (I know, it's "just a dog", but he was my "heart dog" and it ripped my heart apart and crumpled me to dust).
One would think experience would give an idea of "how to cope", but I just remember slogging through the morass through simple reflex - breathing and moving because it's what you do, and because, I suppose, in the end it's not you but someone else you need to keep moving for. I remember talking the hell out of it at times, knowing I was repeating the same phrases millions had spoken before, and I also remember moving away from any kind of talking or interraction, and I also remember finding a space outside of it (like an unassociated online forum or mailing list) where I could play the hypermanic fool, like a holiday away.
For what little it's worth, you're in my thoughts, pshrynk, and me and your other friends are here if you feel the need (for an ear, or simply for foolishness which I believe we're all pretty good at
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Cheers,
Marc