How sad I was in the night. I did not have the strength to join my Daughter and Son for her birthday dinner. An event arranged in advance. Oh sure we can say it was only 7 and windy and after working all day a man my age should not be venturing out but that is like admitting I am a man my age I guess. Had the discomfort and weakness brought about by the animal not had me I would have gone. The painful urgency that nags me has left me with deep seated exhaustion. Mercifully I went down around 8 pm and except for the usual interruptions was down until 4 AM this morning.
I had to call and tell her I wasn’t coming. This was especially painful and the same as admitting I am seriously ill, a fact we both want to avoid as much as possible. We did get to have a birthday lunch with her. She wanted to know what would happen now and talked about her Sister and how she is handling all of this. I replied rather coldly that there is an 85% chance I will not make it three more years. She thanked me for that birthday present but I think later on down the road she will take comfort in the words we shared. I had told her not to worry about me, I would be on the porch of the cabin. ‘With all the dogs’ she chimed in. I smiled and agreed. In retrospect I wish I had not said anything. We all heard the doctors say the same thing. It is wonderful how the female mind can place that in a locked closet and ask questions like they never heard what the doctor said. Sometimes I get impatient and short when this happens, or turn cold as I did with my Daughter.
Cold is a bad thing, it’s sister is bitter, also bad. I have the articles on file, the statistics and so forth. To be cold and uncaring I could carry a prepared statement that includes what the doctor said and what the odds are and deliver it just when it gets started.
That closet in the female mind is a protection device and it needs to be protected. When my Girls are in pretend mode and the closet door is locked and the reality is hidden away I need to play along with a balanced response between reality and what they want to hear I guess. It is a tricky game to play and so far I am not doing very well at it but I am working at getting better.
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