The gift that keeps giving š
http://liz.oriordan.co.uk/CancerBlog/moving-on/?post=one-door-closes I just received this blog post in my email What Liz has to say is all so true and so devastating. I've been navigating loss...
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@lrb_03 @Sister No hope of retirement here either. My husband had hopes of retiring at 65 but that's gone now, due to both my BC and my sister's. It will be a minimum of 70 for him. I will have to get a job as soon as I am able and as he retires I will have to keep working. We took on extra debt to renovate our home to accommodate the three extra people cancer gave us, and then my BC used all of our meagre, but important, reserves. Our mortgage is nowhere close to being paid off now.
It's a collection of circumstances that contributes to my anxiety and depression. By the time my husband and I reach a point where we can 'relax', if we make it that far, the sands in the hourglass will be running out. It's challenging to look at a future that just contains endless work, old age and death. It's unlikely we'll ever be alone in our home together. Kids these days can't/don't leave home until their late 20s and then they boomerang anyway. When my niece is 28 my husband will be 80...
I know there will more than likely be joy along the way. The prospect of grandchildren is fun. But gee, at 52, it's tough to look at that life stretching in front of me and realise most of the good times are behind me.
My husband is incredible, an absolute saint. He works so hard. I feel so guilty for saddling him with a family riddled with trauma, cancer, genetic mutations, depression and now an AI bundle of decrepitude. For better and for worse eh?
The end result is that I think I'm getting better at living in the moment, being more present. It is what it is and I have to try to make the best of it. I have to rest my hopes and efforts not so much on myself but on making a better life for the next generation. I'd dearly love to hope that medical science will remove this cancer scourge from their lives and dreams. Reckon there's some fundraising in my future!
It's a collection of circumstances that contributes to my anxiety and depression. By the time my husband and I reach a point where we can 'relax', if we make it that far, the sands in the hourglass will be running out. It's challenging to look at a future that just contains endless work, old age and death. It's unlikely we'll ever be alone in our home together. Kids these days can't/don't leave home until their late 20s and then they boomerang anyway. When my niece is 28 my husband will be 80...
I know there will more than likely be joy along the way. The prospect of grandchildren is fun. But gee, at 52, it's tough to look at that life stretching in front of me and realise most of the good times are behind me.
My husband is incredible, an absolute saint. He works so hard. I feel so guilty for saddling him with a family riddled with trauma, cancer, genetic mutations, depression and now an AI bundle of decrepitude. For better and for worse eh?
The end result is that I think I'm getting better at living in the moment, being more present. It is what it is and I have to try to make the best of it. I have to rest my hopes and efforts not so much on myself but on making a better life for the next generation. I'd dearly love to hope that medical science will remove this cancer scourge from their lives and dreams. Reckon there's some fundraising in my future!