Not the way one would think about dying ... It sorta sneaks it’s way into the mind when something else entirely is hanging around. ... I can’t ever get settled with the subject. I think that it is strange to think about how you are going to die. By now, it should be an easy subject. That’s what old age does, or those of us who are chronically ill. I’ll think it all through plenty, then, I’ll let it go and whatever happens happens (can’t change it anyway).
I’ve been through it once (doctor telling me I had minutes to live) and at that time it was just a matter of course. But, now, there is more time between now and then.
I don’t want Leonard to be there before I’m gone (that would be waayyy tooo many tears); nor do I want “friends” that have done little more than leave me alone (I don’t want my last hours to be pissed off ones!!).
I still can not believe it: I have my leg taken off and Sally (who lives here), who had been around with me for the last several years, whom I’ve known for many, many years, and I have barely seen her since I came home from the hospital; I haven’t seen Leonard (from WV) at all; Jeff came before the surgery, came several times while I was in the hospital and then, again, at Thanksgiving; and Linda Kaye, we did dance together as children, hadn’t seen her much through the years while she was having four great girls, and she comes a long and takes me out and about ... which is great/necessary, but, doesn’t feel like a real friendship either ... you know, the kind that you just have loads of whatevers to talk about. And Billy lives in Florida, we can almost always talk all night long.
I miss people dropping in ... like it was in my twenties (please, don’t tell me the difference; I DO get it, I just don’t like it much ... I don’t mind being this age ... I just don’t like not having interesting folks around). AND, I know full well, that if I did drugs (of the recreational type) and alcohol I would STILL be having people drop in and out. I miss that sociability so much, I have OFTEN thought about going back to those recreational habits.
What do people think I’m made of? They think I can do it all ... whatever I need for myself because I always have. Only now, I’m a gazillion times slower, if I get it done at all, it puts EVERYTHING on hold.
The doctor at Duke told me friends most likely wouldn’t be around (81-82). They tend to think that illness will rub off on them. .......DUH ......... They did; and it didn’t!!!
I don’t know why I should expect these years to be so very different ... I’ve always pretty much been on my own ... everybody else is married, parents, grandparents and I didn’t go that route ... never dawned on me that I would still be here in this town where they don’t grow interesting people. Not for me, they haven’t.
Bottom line: I’m an only child, not married, no children of my own, I thought I’d be teaching in college by this age (But, nooooo!!), just on and on a life that I have been on my own. Leonard’s been in my heart for 30 years; but, nobody’s come breaking my door down, either.
I’m way too independent ... but, if that is what I am .....
Where friends are concerned, there are several, good, upclose and personal ones that I have lost ... they have just left me, no comments, no complaints, no discussion, just no longer in my life. Several; like a pattern. It’s another thing that I don’t get. That’s two BIG things that I don’t get about my life and who I am!!!
A nurse friend one time told me I didn’t need to be so strong. Especially as long as I’m on my own, I don’t have any idea how to be anything else. When I am with the right man, then I don’t have to be so strong. But, by my self, I(I) have to get it done. It’s not like I have someone to lean on either litterally or emotionally.
PLEASE ••• STOP ME NOW ••• BEFORE I KEEP ON AND ON ••• GOOD NIGHT