Survivor guilt (?)
I was in a critical medical condition in 2021: besides a de-novo stage 4 prostate-cancer diagnosis (and the expectation that I'd live only a small number more years, some of them very sick), I had a cascade of other serious medical issues.
Since then, a younger, healthy member of the extended family (by marriage) passed away in a sudden freak accident; my childhood friend died when his lymphoma from 20 years ago came back; and I just heard that the mechanic who helped take care of my plane when I was in hospital back in 2021 died of an unspecified type of cancer last month (he was a little younger than I am, still in his 50s).
"Survivor guilt" is a technical term. I wouldn't say that I feel guilty per se, but it seems strange and even unfair that I was the one everyone was worried about back in 2021, but I'm still here for some reason (and actually doing fine), and they're not.
I'm sure some of the rest of you have experienced this as well. I did everything I could to help myself, of course, but so did my friend with leukemia (probably even more so); in the end, it's just dumb luck.
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That worked out well! It's great that you caught it early, while it was still low grade. ❤️
The type I'm talking about isn't the one that starts low-grade and develops later, but the one that starts already at the top of the scale (Gleason 8 or 9), is maybe near the outside of the prostate (??just guessing on this point), and somehow escapes the prostate quickly into the bloodstream to form distant metastases. That one is a really hard to catch in time, because there's almost no warning or build-up. I suspect it's overrepresented here in the forum, because we're the ones who are young enough to be online a lot (not that we exclusively own computer ability; my mother in her mid 80s is very Internet savvy, too), and we're lifers, so we keep coming back month after month, year after year. The people with 3+4 or 4+3 that's quickly resolved probably don't hang around more than a few months.
That is terrible. I was in hospital post-surgery for two prolonged COVID outbreaks and ward lockdowns in 2021-22 (no one allowed in the room except nurses and cleaning staff in biohazard suits), and while I didn't contract COVID myself at the time, I really felt for the people whose lives were ending in those conditions. You can't imagine what the isolation feels like until you've experienced weeks of it. And your scrubs thing might not have worked: they stationed a security desk and locked door at the my ward entrance each and checked everyone entering, so don't feel bad about not trying that.
In the end, it's your whole life together that counts, not just the last days or weeks. I know you had many good years and decades with your mom, and I hope those memories far outweigh the short, difficult end. ❤️
Diagnosed in May 2004, prostatectomy & Radiation in September 2004. My wife diagnosed with advanced Breast cancer in November 2004. She passed in 2009 after 33 years of marriage. Later I married a widow who lost her husband to cancer. The survivor guilt lessens but never goes away.
Looks like there are some Methodist congregations in Canada still. Here's one of them. They worship on Sundays. I parked near their building about a month ago, on a Saturday; there was a wedding ceremony going on. To my surprise, I got a text on my phone; the sender has the word infraction (part of the name): "You parked here." There was a guy operating a drone; I asked him, "Am I in trouble. And how did you get my cell number and you are able to send me this text?" He replied, "No, you're not in trouble. It just means we know you parked here."
Wow! The main Methodist congregation joined the United Church a century ago, so this must be another splinter group, like the "Free Methodists" I mentioned.
Yeah, but how DID they get your cell#?! That’s creepy!
... creepy beyond words ... @@ WTH ????
Maybe they just prayed for it? 🙂
Aside from the drone operator, I asked a congregant how they were able to text me. "Did you access my plate # records from the Ministry of Transportation Ang got my phone #?" He said, "You can't hide anything now. Maybe our system just connected to your phone via Bluetooth, I don't know."
A third guy said, "You can back tomorrow. After Sunday service, we have coffee." Nice invite. I didn't come back though. Maybe one day.
I would be totally creeped out @@... Thanks, but no thanks would be my answer lol XP