Sorry for the morbid reminder but something a while ago made me very aware of this.
A woman came into the shop and told me she just found out she had CANCER and that she has 6 months to live. JEEEESUS....! I can't in anyway imagine how much that must suck.
What got me though was how I reacted. I've never been the whole shoulder to cry on type but I'm pretty disappointed with myself here. I mean I just felt so uncomfortable and wanted her to go. She was crying and saying how she might as well kill herself and I just didn't know what to say. In my mind I thinking "please go I don't want to deal with this".
My complete lack of sympathy in the situation concerned me, I was just so cold about it. I think maybe perhaps its because it stirred up a part of me that I don't want to acknowledge and that's the part that knows this time on earth is very temporary.
We all do our best to pretend we aren't going to die and just live everyday with this "keeping up appearances" attitude and worrying about stupid things like "I'm a celebrity" or even frickin hair (as I am a familiar with) .
I've just been trying to imagine how my attitude to life and the way I view society would change If I just got told I had 6 months to live. 6 months until being in that cold cold ground. It also got me thinking about how I'd like to die. I don't think I'd wanna know that my death is soon I'd prefer to perhaps be unexpectedly killed.
Sorry if this thread is cliche I just had to get it out of me. I do hope that woman somehow makes peace with the news.