My brother emailed with some bad news. He’s just found that our father has about a year left to live due to cirrhosis of the liver a by product of heart disease (the two are linked apparently ). My sister and her family have known for quite a while. That will be both my parents who will have died from it, but for different reasons.
He’s 92 and has had a good life. Knowing that though doesn’t make it any easier.
Yeah I’m sorry matey. As I’ve gotten older I realise how fickle this world is and it’s never easy saying goodbye to anyone. Much peace to you and your family.
So sorry to hear that. I wish you strength through this time he may get to live a bit longer you never know. But 92 is a very ripe age he’s done well so far.
Struggling with complex, mixed emotions. When I was at my lowest ebb mental health wise my father took up a post in Altlanta, and stayed there after his posting ended. Apart from a fortnight seeing him in 1995. I’ve seen him about once a year since then. Whether face to face or virtually -he’s had far more contact with my sister. If I was more able bodied I’d just have my general and social anxiety(catastrophic thinking) to contend with, that would be helped by my daughter being with me. However it’s a lot more complicated when my physical health is thrown into the mix,especially my mobility. Needing to answer the call of nature while on the plane. Having to wear compression stockings. Then getting around. I’ll be wheelchair bound. A lot of pressure on my daughter. My daughter doesn’t know whether I’ll able to cope.
Yesterday I had a day that reminded me of the intense anxiety for over 20 months re wanting not to disappoint my parents while knowing I wouldn’t be able to cope with the non academic side of things. That lead to the 1st psych admission.