Necrotic Obsession

But yet you first talked about ending it now...



Enjoy every moment you have with your daughter. She may not understand what's going on, but at least she'll know that her Mommy loved her, even if it was for a short time...

Good luck. Cancer can be beat, I know several who have, including my uncle who lived for 14 years with pancreatic (BAD stuff)

First, let me start off by saying I'm sorry to hear that. Next, I refuse to view this as a death sentence and so should you. Whether you have 2 years or 20 is highly irrelevant, since we're all dying. Yup. I said it. People should come to terms with that fact, Imo and stop pretending like we're going to live forever. It's not about the quantity of your life, but about the quality. In other words, it's not about how long you're here, but what you do while you're here. The thing to do is to prepare (just in case) and then put on your boxing gloves and fight. Knowledge is your best weapon. Learn about your cancer and treatment options. Become a partner in your treatment instead of a patient. You have a voice; use it. Don't just sit back and go, "omg, I have 2 years left and I'm not ready to die. I might as well go now, though." Instead, fight this cancer like it's your worst enemy and in the meantime, live your life to its fullest. Do all that you want to do and all that you feel you should. Fill your daughter's memories with good things so that when you do go (as I said, eventually you're gonna... we all do), she'll have something to look back on and smile.

Look, I just lost an uncle to lung cancer. When I found out he was sick, I mourned because I knew in my heart he was going. Then, I made a few arrangements. He was pretty bad off, so I didn't get to do the whole "last pleasant memories" thing, but I don't feel bad because I've a lifetime of good memories. I think of him and smile because I can remember all the good things we did and all the fun we had. I did get to say goodbye, so that helps. It was something along the lines of, "you crazy mofo, I love you. It was a fun ride." Idk. It was sad, but kinda joking, because he was a trash-talker. When he went, there was some sadness, but then we celebrated, just as he'd have wanted. In my family, death isn't entirely sad and I'm glad for that. To us, it's an end, yes, and the selfish part of us is sad and doesn't want to let go. But then we get over it and realize that the person's not suffering anymore and that they're still with us... in our hearts and in our memories. We celebrate their lives and thank God for His letting us borrow them for a little while. That's what it boils down to anyway. The people in our lives aren't ours to keep; they're here on loan for a little while. Best of luck to you and don't give up yet.