- Location
- Lincolnshire
Personally I am open to that kind of optimism. I know a few people who have had seemingly near miraculous recoveries and I don’t rule anything out.In her book Attitudes of Gratitude, M J Ryan writes ....... Josephine is a seventy-seven-year-old woman who, in her late fifties, was diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor and scheduled for surgery a few days later. Whilst waiting for the operation, she sat on her porch swing and gave thanks for all the wonderful things in her life. She wrote letters of thanks to each of her family members. called them around her and went into the hospital. The night before surgery, she suddenly saw ''what looked like a beautiful woman with long flowing hair smiling at her and radiating light. She said she was an angel who felt her love and she had come to reassure her that everything was OK and she would have plenty of time to fulfil her life's purpose and then she said always remember that it was your love and your appreciation that brought healing to you.'' It turned out that the tumor was gone and Josephine was sent home without surgery.
I can almost hear Judge Judy shouting across the courtroom to me ........ ''You can't write that, that is hearsay; you can only write about what you, yourself, have seen and heard!''
I have personally seen and heard many things but wonder if this is the right time and place for such and perhaps there should be a separate thread for them?
My wife, on the other hand, can’t seem to see much hope at all in the future. She’s frightened. She’s expecting the worst and it completely wears me out trying to reassure her. She just emanates constant negativity which drives everybody away. It’s as if the cancer has completely changed her personality and I’ve lost the person I once knew. About 3/4 of the way through the day I just can’t listen to her any more so I stop listening while she continues to rant on. Then I go to bed mentally exhausted, get up next morning and she starts all over again. The only respite I get is farm work, or if she’s on the phone going on about it to somebody else.
I’m resigned to it now. I can withstand it. I’m fairly resilient. It won’t grind me down, but for heavens sake it could be so so much easier if she changed her attitude. Maybe she will do one of these days. In the meantime I just have to be philosophical about it. Sadness and grief have taken a back seat. It’s just about endurance now.
