In this post, Shine community member Christine reflects on discussing future plans while living with incurable bowel cancer.
I have incurable cancer. It seems to create a lot of awkwardness.
But, life goes on. I know that when I die the world will go on without me. That’s the same for each of us, though hopefully for most people that time is a long way off.
In the grand scheme of things we are all just tiny specks who exist for such a tiny length of time. Most of us will have only a very limited impact on the wider world. If we are lucky we will have some small influence on our little circles. But really, for the vast majority, the future will be no different without me in it.
I have accepted my fate, as best I can. What I find difficult is that other people make all sorts of assumptions about how I might feel, and it ends up limiting conversation.
Sometimes when a group discussion naturally gets on to future plans, people start to look at me uncomfortably. They might even try to change the subject. It is really not necessary. I don’t mind at all.
I am not worrying about pensions, or mortgages, or planning a wedding. It doesn’t mean I don’t understand the importance of those things to other people, and I don’t mind discussing them, though obviously I might not have much to contribute. (Except on weddings – I have a lot of strong opinions there!)
Of course I am sad that I won’t have the future I thought I might. And I am sad for all the things I will miss. But that sadness is far outweighed by the joy of knowing that those things will happen. My loved ones will carry on living without me. They will be happy again. I am not suggesting it will be easy – far from it.
I don’t believe in a heaven, or that I will be watching over them. When I am gone, that’s it. Whatever made me me will cease to exist, and my body will return to the earth. I will live on in the memories of those who knew me, and I hope that they will continue to feel my love even when I am no longer here. Somehow I will always be a part of their lives.
Sometimes I forget that my days are numbered, and I have little daydreams about my future, the same as anyone else. To be honest even without the whole incurable cancer thing I doubt many of them would come to fruition. Few of us live the life we planned, which is often no bad thing.
I don’t mind talking about the future, either generally or people’s individual hopes and dreams. I don’t begrudge anyone their good health or their future. I don’t wish that everyone else was dying too, just to keep me company. So please don’t leave me out of your conversations or feel that you can’t tell me things.
I still want to be a part of your life while I can. And if that means planning for your future then I am more than happy to join in.
Anyone who knows me well will know that I am quite organised. I like my lists and plans. I’ve had to let go of a lot of that because cancer is so unpredictable. But now I have a whole new set of plans to make – for my funeral, my end of life care, my will. It could be a bit depressing, but actually I get quite a lot of comfort from it.
What I am trying to let go of is my desire to continue to control the future when I am no longer here. I worry about how my family will cope. At first I came up with all sorts of ideas of how I could guide them through. But the reality is that I just can’t. I have to accept that once I am gone, they will need to learn to live in their own way. I don’t get to be involved in that. If they decide to abandon the monthly smoke alarm tests and the house subsequently burns down then it will not be my responsibility.
I thought about leaving cards for all the milestones I will miss. But I don’t even know what those milestones will be. And when would I stop? It seems a bit selfish, to inflict myself on them even when I am dead. I don’t want to gatecrash, or to make them sad on what should be happy occasions. And really it’s only to satisfy my own ego. I am dispensable. Everyone will be just fine without me.
Life isn’t just about the big milestones anyway. It’s in the boring minutiae of the everyday. When I imagine the future I would have liked, it’s those little moments that I will miss. Not when we are all dressed up to go somewhere fancy or putting on our biggest smiles for a photo, but laughing because otherwise you’d cry, or finding something to smile about when you’ve had a really hard day. And actually I think, much as I’d love to be there to celebrate all the wonderful things that are to come, it’s the hard times that I am sadder about. It pains me to imagine my loved ones struggling and not being there to help them.
Of course, there’s not really anything I can do about it. I try to give everyone as much love as I can right now while I am still here, and that will have to be enough.