Thanks again guys.
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You know, I think one of the reasons that it's been a little hard for me to stay optimistic about this is because I've sort of gone through this before. Yeah, when I was 7 my Great Grandmother died from skin cancer (she was born in 1900, frequently went to the beach in an era when there was either no sunscreen or all sunscreen was ineffective). Of course, she had been diagnosed when I was 4, and had only been given 2 to 6 months to live. But she fought on for 3 more years to spend time with her family, and so that the younger members (like me and my cousin) would be able to remember her. I only found all of this out long after she was dead, but that still doesn't keep me from feeling guilty for two reasons: 1) the only thing I can remember about my Great Grandmother is helping her build... something out of Legos with her, and 2) when my Grandmother first learned of her mother's death, she came to my house looking to get comfort from my mom, my dad, and just seeing me and my then baby sister. Well, she got the comfort from my parents and my sister. But since no one had really explained to me what was wrong with my Great Grandmother at the time, I had no idea why Grandma was visiting, so I was pissed off that my parents had had me turn off my NES when I was just about to hit the final stage for that game and stopping would of course mean starting all over again. None of what had happened to my Great Grandmother was ever explained to me until I was 10 when I finally asked, and then I got to go through her death all over again, but with new understanding.
The point is that while she did last far longer than the doctors had given her, she still died... course, if she were still alive today, she'd be 109.
Anyway, thanks guys for everything. I needed this.
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You know, I think one of the reasons that it's been a little hard for me to stay optimistic about this is because I've sort of gone through this before. Yeah, when I was 7 my Great Grandmother died from skin cancer (she was born in 1900, frequently went to the beach in an era when there was either no sunscreen or all sunscreen was ineffective). Of course, she had been diagnosed when I was 4, and had only been given 2 to 6 months to live. But she fought on for 3 more years to spend time with her family, and so that the younger members (like me and my cousin) would be able to remember her. I only found all of this out long after she was dead, but that still doesn't keep me from feeling guilty for two reasons: 1) the only thing I can remember about my Great Grandmother is helping her build... something out of Legos with her, and 2) when my Grandmother first learned of her mother's death, she came to my house looking to get comfort from my mom, my dad, and just seeing me and my then baby sister. Well, she got the comfort from my parents and my sister. But since no one had really explained to me what was wrong with my Great Grandmother at the time, I had no idea why Grandma was visiting, so I was pissed off that my parents had had me turn off my NES when I was just about to hit the final stage for that game and stopping would of course mean starting all over again. None of what had happened to my Great Grandmother was ever explained to me until I was 10 when I finally asked, and then I got to go through her death all over again, but with new understanding.
The point is that while she did last far longer than the doctors had given her, she still died... course, if she were still alive today, she'd be 109.
Anyway, thanks guys for everything. I needed this.
