I so relate to all of your posts and even though I do all the things you ladies have suggested and more besides. I never think why me or why my family because there are so many other people worse off and I don`t see myself any more important or special than anyone else. I am 53 now, my own mother passed away from OC on her 47th birthday, compared to her I have had an extensive life and have been part of family things she missed out on. I aslo have to think like that regards to my daughters who are aged 31 and 27, they are both married and have children. My brother and I was only 16 and 19 when we lost our mum, she wasn`t around for us when we married and had our children.
To be a grandmother and part of that life is truly awesome and I feel truly blessed. When I feel well enough I knit and sew and keep myself busy.
I also had two friends who died suddenly from brain hemorages, they were both young 47 and 48, this was devestating, they both left teenage kids to cope with it. So yes indeed I do feel very lucky.
However, its still difficult to feel positive all of the time and like anyone else I have my down days or a wobble every now and again.
My biggest problem and one of the hardest things to deal with is how much my parent in-laws talk about old age being such a bad thing. They constantly moan about old age and more than once my F-I-L has told me its no fun being old - I want to scream at him "as if cancer is", he complains about his general aches and pains as if "chemo is a walk in the park" or "living with the pains of a muscle disease as well as". He never THINKS before he speaks. He has said to me several times since my cancer "Don`t get old girl", I never say anything but these comments really do up set me. I think he is cruel beyond any doubt at all.
Now he has a friend of his who is struggling with his terminal cancer. He seems to take delight in talking about him and his suffering, do I really want to hear this? Yesterday, he even told me "his friend won`t make old bones", he is 83 years old!!!!!!!!!!!
Whenever I see the parents in-laws I come home depressed and I have sleepless nights etc. I don`t expect people to pussy foot around me, too afraid to talk but this feels cruel beyond any doubt. How can I put a stop to it? because one of these days I fear I will have an outbirts and blow a gasgitt!!!!
Love from Tina xxxx