Not a good day, feeling down, lonely and just plain worn out
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I am a 61 year old male. At the age of 52 I was told by my doctor I am dying. For the past 4 years, I have done my best to deal with both congestive heart failure and a brain tumor, while knowing my days are indeed numbered. It is my hope that by sharing my experiences, I can encourage others faced with the same situation. I hope to also help the families of those individuals to have an understanding of the process and deal with the fear or dread of being around the dying. I am not a doctor, not a man of the clergy, I am not a therapist. I am just me, Bill Howdle, I am merely sharing my thoughts and ideas. I write of death and dying, understand this is my personal prospective, based on what I am encountering.Blog Stats
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So sorry to hear that Bill, but this to shall pass!
God Bless
you are putting to much pressure perhaps on yourself to feel otherwise. how can we recognize the good days if there were no glum ones for contrast? you have helped so many with your spirit; glide on the strength of other spirits right now. spirit surfing!
Sorry to hear your day has not been great… Rest Bill. So many of us have those kind of days…it is normal. A gentle hug for you sir. You are not alone even if it feels that way. Wishing you better days soon.
Thank you for your recent posts. I always play catch-up if I have been away from the computer.
Have a hug. I hope it helps!
Cheers
MTM
Thanks BC, it helped a lot
Bill
Sending you a bunch of healing energy, Bill.
Think of me out there chopping my winter wood…having a sniffle over the bare little Royal Purple bush that the deer dined on. I’ve nursed that thing for three years! They won’t touch these bushes in any other yard. Go Figure.
I love the fall though we don’t get the burst of colour in the fall that so many other parts of Canada experiences. I love our four distinct seasons so welcome the misty fogs that burn off into warm autumn afternoons. Perfect for chopping and stacking.
What a great purpose you serve by even confessing to a down day. By golly, if that doesn’t turn a heart, nothing will!
So – til later…here’s to you.