Quote: (04-01-2018 01:17 PM)Roosh Wrote:
The irony is that the big meetup outrage interrupted my care for her (she was finishing chemotherapy). I felt so bad that I put her in greater danger, but she knew it wasn't intentional and was more worried about me.
The past three years have been rough. The Canadian lectures, my sister's cancer diagnosis, the meetup outrage, girlfriend breakup, online de-platforming, and now my sister's death. Life is beating me down.
My deepest thoughts are with you now, for your family, and for your sister.
The anger for the fact they interrupted your care-giving at such a time will just have to be stored on ice, kept in a bottle labeled "For Later".
It sounds as if your little sister and my little brother got ill around the same time period. And it would seem that they have died just days apart as well.
I am weak with grief. I feel totally disorientated. I have no compass at all. I feel as if I am in a ship on a black ocean that has been up-ended in to the darkest of waters.
I won't pretend to know what you are going through. I only say this as a hand reached out, to at least let you know you are not alone. Nothing can prepare a man for this kind of shock. It's a massive body-blow. You feel it physically. It's a massive psychological shock. You can't get your bearings. And it's a massive emotional shock. You know this is going to change you as a human being, but you don't quite know how.
Also your Sister's illness was a long one, as was my brother's. In that time there will have been periods of hope and despair. You have time to prepare, but you can never be fully prepared. In a way, the more time you have to prepare makes it all the more harder when the inevitable hits. But there was always going to be just one more day... of holding on... of the hope...
I just hope your Sister didn't suffer too much. We are lucky here in the West with pretty good doctors. And patients have access to not just opiates but other end of life drugs to make them more comfortable. Also there is the kindness of the hospice workers, from the head doctors to the nurses, to the guy that comes in and fixes a tv to the wall.
My brother had a tumor on his back nearly the size of a basketball the last time I saw him. He was a ghost. The fight all gone. And what a fight it was.
Cancer is never kind.
Each man's suffering is his own.
And to watch someone who is the most important person in your life go through this? It will make you wrestle with God.
I write this with tears in my eyes, also grief-stricken. Please forgive me if I have over-stepped any marks. It wasn't my intention to be insensitive or to just make this about me.
When I saw this post today I couldn't not comment. And I couldn't just say "My Condolences", in light of recent events in my life.
It's probably best not to grieve in public. But maybe it doesn't hurt to share some of our deeper experiences as well.
Life is full of love, of happiness, of great challenges.
But it is also touched by sorrow, and loss.
And those are great challenges too.
Thanks for listening Roosh. And thanks for providing one of the greatest forums on the whole of the internet.
I'll see you on the other side, brother!
