
If you have just found out you or someone you know is terminally ill, it is all right to be mad and angry and we often deny to ourselves that this happening. When my father was ill with cancer, we gradually knew what was going to happen. But when my mother was diagnosed with cancer at the same time he was dying, we were totally unprepared. This was a woman who took good care of herself and always went to the doctor's for her check-ups. She just had a check up and x-rays a few months before this and now they were telling us that the cancer had spread through her and she only had 6 months if that to live. We were angry that no one caught it before this, especially since she had just been to the doctor's a few months prior to this. We cried, we screamed, we asked "Why God? Why would you take both our parents?" It is perfectly normal to be angry, but you have to get pass that. If you are to help the person who is ill, you have to get past the anger in order to help them. If you are the one who is ill, you will go through anger, and denial. Once you get past that, then you can get on and make what time is left count. I'm not saying to give up hope as hope is what keeps many of us going. It's okay to hope for a miracle but at the same time, make what time is left count. Once my family got past the anger (although you never get past it but we realized dwelling on it served no purpose), we than began making the time left count. What made this time particularly hard on my family is that while we were trying to accept what was happening to my mother, we were also dealing with my father's impending departure.
Now would be a good time to discuss what the person who is ill wants. They may want to establish a living will if they don't want to be kept on machines or resuscitated. I would also not dwell to much on arrangements but instead discuss their feelings. I found with my mother and father, they mainly wanted to talk about what they had done, memories they had, their accomplishments and their hopes for the ones they left behind. Little by little they would discuss what arrangements they wanted for their funerals and what their wishes were. At this time, I realized in some way how lucky we were to be able to discuss all this with them. I felt sorry for those who's loved ones left suddenly and no one knew what their wishes were nor were they given the opportunity to discuss what was important. We were given the chance and we made good use of that chance. Most important, we were given the chance to say good-bye.