Something that I never expected after my diagnosis was how a couple of my oldest friends would react with anger and denial, and ask why I am not mad.
I am like an ox in a yoke. Head down and pulling. I don't have the energy to be pissed. I have just enough to hoe the row.
Besides, it's nobody's fault. It's just an obstacle.
@CaroCrow
I agree, and well put. What is there to resent, really? Reality is as it is, and doesn't much care whether one has emotions about it. Why cause myself suffering by getting upset about something I can't change?
When I saw my palliative doctor last week, he mentioned that he has a number of patients who have deliberately chosen denial as a coping mechanism. On purpose, all the while knowing that denial is what they're doing. None of my business, I guess, but that makes me a little sad.
I can honestly say that my life is fuller and far more interesting than it ever was in all the pre-diagnosis years, and I'm thankful for that. I didn't have to struggle to find acceptance, it just happened by itself.
