Letting go emotionally

It's so hard to let go, my family are everything to me. I think I am getting there in acceptance of the inevitable, particularly when I am in pain. Emotionally it is very hard though, the hardest thing of all.

I have done some practical things like a will,  that helps me.

Mostly it helps me to know I leave behind a wonderful family, that was surely what it was all about.

So to anyone here struggling watching a loved one leaving, just give them a hug and tell them how they made you the person that you are. Priceless.

 

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  • I'm not religious at all, anti it actually. I'm a 46 year old married man. Your point about family hit home.

    My own diagnosis (low grade lymphoma, hopefully I'll succumb to something else, but one never knows these things) has made me think, *really think*, about my mortality for the first time. There are two things that give me great comfort.

    First I will be reunited with my mummy in the void that awaits. I lost her (heart disease) nearly ten years ago and still think about her most days.

    Second the knowledge that my son, 8 years old, will still be here. I'm anxious about the fact that I might not be around to impart the wisdom I've gained in my own life, but I trust his mother to the job of that and teaching him all about his daddy, when he is old enough to understand.

    My diagnosis was an awakening, there's no doubt about it. In one way it's made me a better person; I certainly stopped worrying about things that don't really matter! I think I'm a little kinder. It helps that since my mum departed I stopped fearing death. I fear a difficult process of dying, but not death.

    I wish you well and thank you for your message,

    L

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  • I'm not religious at all, anti it actually. I'm a 46 year old married man. Your point about family hit home.

    My own diagnosis (low grade lymphoma, hopefully I'll succumb to something else, but one never knows these things) has made me think, *really think*, about my mortality for the first time. There are two things that give me great comfort.

    First I will be reunited with my mummy in the void that awaits. I lost her (heart disease) nearly ten years ago and still think about her most days.

    Second the knowledge that my son, 8 years old, will still be here. I'm anxious about the fact that I might not be around to impart the wisdom I've gained in my own life, but I trust his mother to the job of that and teaching him all about his daddy, when he is old enough to understand.

    My diagnosis was an awakening, there's no doubt about it. In one way it's made me a better person; I certainly stopped worrying about things that don't really matter! I think I'm a little kinder. It helps that since my mum departed I stopped fearing death. I fear a difficult process of dying, but not death.

    I wish you well and thank you for your message,

    L

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