The sky actually IS falling...
Living with terminal illness for any length of time is like an embarrassingly long engagement.
Do I send the gifts back?
One thing: Since this has passed from crisis into a lifestyle, I resolve to allow everybody in my family to figure it out the best they can.
The fact of my dying has no solution.
I can't make it alright or acceptable
to my husband,
to my son,
to my mother.
At its core this is a perfect nightmare for all of us.
I will try to live well each day and gratefully see to the details of being me as I'm able.
But, I can't hold the sky up any longer.
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