tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17626032.post2222472579303564850..comments2024-03-20T01:12:06.791-07:00Comments on Snickollet: What She SaidSnickollethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14123630374052898460noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17626032.post-5297075754347050792009-04-01T03:26:00.000-07:002009-04-01T03:26:00.000-07:00Thanks very much for another thoughtful post. Alth...Thanks very much for another thoughtful post. <BR/><BR/>Although you might feel alone in putting forward some of these ideas, including your sense of (contradictory) relief at reaching the end of John's journey, I hope I can assure you that you're absolutely not alone since many other (and possibly even all) carers must sometimes think that way.<BR/><BR/>I'm looking forward to you extending the Roadshttp://thepriceoflove.netnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17626032.post-34025556063967452592009-04-01T02:19:00.000-07:002009-04-01T02:19:00.000-07:00So well written.I was so glad yet so upset that my...So well written.<BR/><BR/>I was so glad yet so upset that my father was never diagnosed with anything terminal. There one day, gone the next. I am so thankful it was never a constant worry for my family of his passing, almost like a time-bomb situation, but so ungrateful for the fact that I never really knew it was coming and didn't get the chance to appreciate the life he had left.<BR/><BR/>SoonMeganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05700287662543738683noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17626032.post-40866393978171583182009-03-31T19:43:00.000-07:002009-03-31T19:43:00.000-07:00Thanks for the shoutout! How can I take the words ...Thanks for the shoutout! How can I take the words out of your mouth? You always take them out of mine.<BR/>X<BR/>SupaSupa Dupa Freshhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07659738264922395349noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17626032.post-59804490511851750782009-03-31T17:26:00.000-07:002009-03-31T17:26:00.000-07:00Well said, as usual. I like that you have a quirky...Well said, as usual. I like that you have a quirky sentimentality (to match your humor...). <BR/><BR/>For me, it's the items of clothing that my Mom made. I rarely wear them, but she rarely finished the projects she started and it seems wrong to get rid of anything she DID complete.<BR/><BR/>Now that I'm married to an oncologist, how I'd approach a cancer diagnosis feels really different than OTRgirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12433339525588500502noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17626032.post-1900474393548204052009-03-31T06:05:00.000-07:002009-03-31T06:05:00.000-07:00Snick, you are one of the first blogs I look at in...Snick, you are one of the first blogs I look at in the morning, and I am always glad I stopped by. Your writing -- and you -- are both amazing. Keep it up. And if you ever want to have that cup of coffee, Boo and I are up for it.Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06784439635697216521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17626032.post-59918857767419298302009-03-30T16:22:00.000-07:002009-03-30T16:22:00.000-07:00It's funny what we keep and what we toss. I clean...It's funny what we keep and what we toss. I cleaned out my husband's visible stuff from the bathroom (toothbrush, shampoo, razor) quite soon after his (sudden, unexpected) death, and replaced them with a pretty vase and a decorated box that had contained a gift he gave me. But his drawers in the bathroom and dresser, and his closet, are still full of socks and underwear, t-shirts and Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07711099868038554656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17626032.post-63180412909583072112009-03-30T05:01:00.000-07:002009-03-30T05:01:00.000-07:00Thank you for sharing, this was a beautiful post. ...Thank you for sharing, this was a beautiful post. For someone who has no relatable experience to relate to you. YOur honesty and sincerity touches my heart.Donn24ghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10266576355256948990noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17626032.post-16130358686349775742009-03-29T19:14:00.000-07:002009-03-29T19:14:00.000-07:00This is interesting, eye-opening, touching. Thank ...This is interesting, eye-opening, touching. Thank you for sharing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17626032.post-54628146218313142952009-03-29T05:55:00.000-07:002009-03-29T05:55:00.000-07:00You nailed it, again. When my mom died last year,...You nailed it, again. When my mom died last year, my dad wanted to get rid of her clothes pretty quickly. Most of it was easy to get rid of, even though there were some items that I couldn't bring myself to part with, even though they now just take up space in my own crowded closet. But her shampoo bottle is still in their bathroom, and countless other items like lotions and powders and make Terrihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11758639009510652283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17626032.post-42341232365551373312009-03-28T16:17:00.000-07:002009-03-28T16:17:00.000-07:00I know we're not supposed to compare death stories...I know we're not supposed to compare death stories and/or grief, and I think I have probably said this before, but sometimes I am 'glad' that J died suddenly. I am sure I would have gotten through it if I had to watch him suffer, but... oh. I can't imagine it.<BR/><BR/>I still have a fair amount of his 'stuff'... too many clothes, his dopp kit, tons of books, music, his pottery, his canoe paddle.django's mommynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17626032.post-2830070500191728192009-03-28T14:40:00.000-07:002009-03-28T14:40:00.000-07:00I love what you said. I read Dr Smak's blog a few ...I love what you said. I read Dr Smak's blog a few weeks ago, and it was really beautiful and made me ache-- much like I felt when I first came across your blog. The way you describe how information makes you feel is much how I felt going through infertility treatments before we adopted. There were many places where just having the information, even if it wasn't what I would want to hear, was suchLizardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01718844284081950852noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17626032.post-29344897702086994492009-03-28T14:23:00.000-07:002009-03-28T14:23:00.000-07:00Stacey: This blog always brings thoughts of '...Stacey: This blog always brings thoughts of 'how I would handle' raising my 2 children alone, had their father passed away. I relate totally with Nikki regarding the death of her mother. My Mom suffered much pain before her death in 1991. Seeing her suffering, for such a long time, it was bitter sweet when she drew her last breath. Knowing she no longer suffers is quite comforting. Junehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02318147453535633966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17626032.post-8028350315993248902009-03-27T17:37:00.000-07:002009-03-27T17:37:00.000-07:00This post floods me with memories of my mother's d...This post floods me with memories of my mother's death when I was a teenager. Substitute daughter for parent or spouse, but any way you experience it, a long illness that ends in death is heartwrenching. I remember laying on a hospital couch, crying, and asking God to just take her, if that was his plan. At the time I was just ready for her suffering to end. Looking back at it now, maybe it was Nikkinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17626032.post-41290660699624825652009-03-27T16:40:00.000-07:002009-03-27T16:40:00.000-07:00I'm currently trying to get a difinitive diagnosis...I'm currently trying to get a difinitive diagnosis for my dog's cancer. She is my child. To me your post is everything I want to have right now. I want to know what she and I are going to deal with. I feel lost not knowing and I'm certain that I will feel comfort in the finality of a diagnosis. Thank you for writing this today. I very much needed to read it.Emilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03196030221850257832noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17626032.post-88492357777434258512009-03-27T14:15:00.000-07:002009-03-27T14:15:00.000-07:00Maybe the toothbrush is the last intimate personal...Maybe the toothbrush is the last intimate personal thing you have and it is just comforting to have on some level.watercolordaisyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08918878832628412824noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17626032.post-21041417281536419812009-03-27T14:04:00.000-07:002009-03-27T14:04:00.000-07:00It is so odd that you would write this today. My ...It is so odd that you would write this today. My husband is currently away on business and when I went to brush my teeth this morning it hit me. I miss the toothbrush. I don't like the empty spot. I decided that when he goes I'll keep his toothbrush. The half empty bed didn't bother me, it was the toothbrush! I suppose the empty bed could just be him staying up late to work or something, Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17626032.post-71322342757153767012009-03-27T12:30:00.000-07:002009-03-27T12:30:00.000-07:00I can't even imagine, and I hope I never will know...I can't even imagine, and I hope I never will know what you know ... but the breathtaking clarity that is in your writing always brings me close to understanding. Thank you.<BR/><BR/> ... leslieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17626032.post-80265858924946315112009-03-27T12:23:00.000-07:002009-03-27T12:23:00.000-07:00For a few years after my mom passed we kept her sh...For a few years after my mom passed we kept her shower "koosh" (scrubbing thingy on a string) haning in the bathroom. Everytime the shower was cleaned, I just re-hung it on the hook - though I also thought about throwing it away. Eventuallly I got some tile woek done in the bathroom and someone (not sure who) threw away all 3 of the kooshes in the shower. I was sort of relieved tht it was goneKarenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14978375225313974459noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17626032.post-31069413361959533362009-03-27T11:22:00.000-07:002009-03-27T11:22:00.000-07:00Wow. Well written and moving, and so true. My hu...Wow. Well written and moving, and so true. My husband had pancreatic cancer and died three years ago this month. We were lucky in some ways--he lived for 4 years and most of the time was doing well, up until only one week before he died. It's not that I wasn't sad, heartbroken, grief-stricken, overwhelmed when he died. . .but there was, in addition to all those feelings, a sense of relief Katherinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04360200736227165539noreply@blogger.com