This actually started as a post to another thread: “Sometimes I just have to keep my mouth shut”
But, it got away from me in a way that I think it, that is, Kathy’s story deserves its own thread.
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I’ll admit I just rapidly skimmed this thread, maybe actually reading only 10%
From early on, and what kept me going, was memories of my pal Kathy vs the sober ama perspective.
Kathy got waylaided, one month she was doing great, except for this little persistent internal irritation.
Next month a hair’s breath from death. Fortunately, she was of the financially advantaged types, a fast plane to New York and a #1 hospital, can’t recall the name right now. Talk about being hit with a tsunami, almost lost her, ugly tough long operation, had to cut out much. Nothing but a raging desire to remain alive saved her….
Well, OK nothing but a world class medical team could have kept that ravaged body ticking. But, it was she, Kathy with her intense spark of life that refused to toss in the towel. She saved her own life.
Thank you doc’s and support staff for giving her that chance, which other lesser hospitals just couldn’t have offered… still it was she who tipped the scale.
Well, ok she recovered her life back. But, boy oh boy did she receive a hit. Difficult recovery, then the little bastards slowly regrouped. But, she wanted to live. She did every thing to buy herself another potential. Never neglected the sober doctors advice, yet never turning her back on faith and hope and whatever anyone offered.
The cancer finally took her - but it had to fight one hell of a scorch and burn battle of attrition on her body until there just wasn’t enough left for her spirit to motivate and it was time to say good-bye.
That other stuff means something! We are not just flesh and bones! We are spirit and aspirations and hope and fear and we are all alone. And God is out there for us to cling to in whatever her manifestations.
I just wish we could realize that each of those manifestations is merely our own dream of her… or him if you demand.
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The moral: Kathy scratched and clawed a little more than another years worth of life out of her body, using every possible means to do so. Come with all your learned objections, but there is something there one shouldn’t ignore.
[I’ve mentioned Kathy before, just for clarity, we were close friends, not intimate or such]