This morning I had coffee with a lovely gentleman who has just recently been diagnosed with PC. He commented that he made contact as he just wanted to talk to someone.
As I drove home I was thinking about this and thought, I do understand what he was meaning. I have an amazing support crew around me, all of them ready to listen when or if I need to talk. Although I love them all dearly it’s just not quite the same.
I have a wonderful group of survivors/friends also, that I know I can turn to if I need to talk to. But sometimes it’s not quite the same. This wonderful group has survived; Breast Cancer, Lung Cancer, Lymphoma, Liver Cancer, Ovarian Cancer and more. I sit and listen to them talking about the groups they attend with people who have the same form of horrid disease as them and I am left feeling a little sad and sorry for myself. And that’s one emotion I have worked very hard at not feeling.
There are times when I wish there was someone out there that I could talk to who are also going through or have gone through PC.
At times I feel so alone. I am sure there are those out there that are PC sufferers who also feel like this, but how do you find them. Why is there not a way we can reach out to each other?
The medical profession, which I can never thank enough, do such a great job to look after the physical body, but where are the spiritual support groups for people like me. Would the Breast Cancer people accept me into their midst? I don’t think so, it’s just not the same.
But on a positive note, the Pohutakawa’s are in starting to bloom which means Christmas is just around the corner, and I am here to celebrate another Christmas. Seems you really can’t kill weeds!