tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10566741.post112853477945632525..comments2024-01-05T20:18:45.991-08:00Comments on Et al.: LimboAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07829089563990675253noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10566741.post-89267380619746301942009-03-24T11:07:00.000-07:002009-03-24T11:07:00.000-07:00Hi Dorcasina,I don't know if you check here any mo...Hi Dorcasina,<BR/>I don't know if you check here any more, but wanted to know I referred to you directly in a post last night, Hospice Horror Stories.<BR/>Thanks for writing it down, hope you are well.<BR/>X<BR/>SupaSupa Dupa Freshhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07659738264922395349noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10566741.post-1130612627216102812005-10-29T12:03:00.000-07:002005-10-29T12:03:00.000-07:00just hoping that your silence reflects filling you...just hoping that your silence reflects filling your time with your love. take care.timnahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01985699859449138316noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10566741.post-1130386014080102952005-10-26T21:06:00.000-07:002005-10-26T21:06:00.000-07:00Dorcasina, I just wanted to let you know I'm think...Dorcasina, I just wanted to let you know I'm thinking about you and your family every day. I'm still here, still listening.<BR/><BR/>I'm an Early Modernist by training, so my instincts don't recall Auden, but John Donne:<BR/><BR/><BR/>A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning<BR/><BR/>As virtuous men pass mildly away,<BR/>And whisper to their souls, to go,<BR/>Whilst some of their sad friends do say,<BR/>"The breath goes now," and some say, "No:"<BR/><BR/>So let us melt, and make no noise,<BR/>No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move;<BR/>'Twere profanation of our joys<BR/>To tell the laity our love.<BR/><BR/>Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears;<BR/>Men reckon what it did, and meant;<BR/>But trepidation of the spheres,<BR/>Though greater far, is innocent.<BR/><BR/>Dull sublunary lovers' love<BR/>(Whose soul is sense) cannot admit<BR/>Absence, because it doth remove<BR/>Those things which elemented it.<BR/><BR/>But we by a love so much refin'd,<BR/>That ourselves know not what it is,<BR/>Inter-assured of the mind,<BR/>Care less, eyes, lips, and hands to miss.<BR/><BR/>Our two souls therefore, which are one,<BR/>Though I must go, endure not yet<BR/>A breach, but an expansion,<BR/>Like gold to airy thinness beat.<BR/><BR/>If they be two, they are two so<BR/>As stiff twin compasses are two;<BR/>Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show<BR/>To move, but doth, if the' other do.<BR/><BR/>And though it in the centre sit,<BR/>Yet when the other far doth roam,<BR/>It leans, and hearkens after it,<BR/>And grows erect, as that comes home.<BR/><BR/>Such wilt thou be to me, who must<BR/>Like th' other foot, obliquely run;<BR/>Thy firmness makes my circle just,<BR/>And makes me end, where I begun.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10566741.post-1128980330563297542005-10-10T14:38:00.000-07:002005-10-10T14:38:00.000-07:00I second that. Just stopping by to say you and yo...I second that. Just stopping by to say you and your daughter are on my mind, every day.Yankee, Transferredhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06627693160131161133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10566741.post-1128976560223966682005-10-10T13:36:00.000-07:002005-10-10T13:36:00.000-07:00If I were in your place, I think it might do me so...If I were in your place, I think it might do me some small good to know that people were thinking of me, day in and day out, even as I approached the edge of the known world, so I just want to tell you that I am thinking of you, your husband and your daughter daily, whether or not there's a new post and despite whatever is going on in my corner of the world. I am certain that others are, too, and that all of us just hope that you'll let your blog audience be whatever good we can be.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10566741.post-1128727112873420792005-10-07T16:18:00.000-07:002005-10-07T16:18:00.000-07:00just another tired old man in a tattered jacket wi...just another tired old man in a tattered jacket with nothing but dust in his pockets who joins this circle of community around the warmth of a fire at the edge of night.<BR/><BR/>we break bread together and eat silently.<BR/><BR/>what is a circle but a line drawn into itself. what is a community but a people in a shared vigil.<BR/><BR/>the cosmos turns. the stars move.<BR/><BR/>there is nothing i can offer in the soft firelight but my own presence, my own empathy, my own complete emptiness.<BR/><BR/>and yet we are all cocreators of a lighted world beyond our waking dreams.<BR/><BR/>/eAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10566741.post-1128719606546986612005-10-07T14:13:00.000-07:002005-10-07T14:13:00.000-07:00From your post, I can glimpse how much you and you...From your post, I can glimpse how much you and your husband have together and the enormity of what you face now. I can only imagine that there is - all at once - immense love and gratitude, fear and pain. Every small good moment you can celebrate together marks a victory of the spirit and of love over suffering. Have what you can have while there is time. At least that is what I wish intensely for you both. <BR/><BR/>You won't be alone again. There's community here. It's not the same thing, but it's still real.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10566741.post-1128606140560390232005-10-06T06:42:00.000-07:002005-10-06T06:42:00.000-07:00It sounds like another miserable place to be - tha...It sounds like another miserable place to be - that mix of hope and fear and invevitability is so very hard. <BR/><BR/>I don't know if you've looked at clinical trials for any experimental drugs - depending on where you are and what kind of access you've got to academic oncology departments you may be able to find a useful trial - search at http://www.clinicaltrials.gov/<BR/>I apologize if this is something you've already explored and found nothing. Many of these trials won't help - it didn't ultimately help us last spring when my mother was dying but sometimes it can buy you some good time. <BR/><BR/>It's such a hard tightrope to walk - the continuing treatment until it's time to stop - you have my heartfelt sympathyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10566741.post-1128592804256898972005-10-06T03:00:00.000-07:002005-10-06T03:00:00.000-07:00Dorcasina, I'm so sorry. I feel much the same abou...Dorcasina, I'm so sorry. I feel much the same about the effect my husband has had on me, as a person, as well as the course of my life. And I worry about what would happen if I lost him, if I would turn back into the same scared, lonely, lost person I was before.<BR/><BR/>But as others here have said, there is no going back to who you were before. There are too many life experiences, too many new roles (such as being a mom). You're not who you were before, and you never will be again. You can only move forward, and we will be with you as you do so.<BR/><BR/>Take care.Professing Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18260914892193513647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10566741.post-1128580030205444392005-10-05T23:27:00.000-07:002005-10-05T23:27:00.000-07:00Just thinking of you both and hoping.Just thinking of you both and hoping.Demetrihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07738186001711115563noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10566741.post-1128567244926547232005-10-05T19:54:00.000-07:002005-10-05T19:54:00.000-07:00I'm so sorry. Jo(e) is right: there is no going b...I'm so sorry. Jo(e) is right: there is no going backwards, which is both the tragedy and the blessing. Hang in there. Take good care. You are doing what you can.<BR/><BR/>Read poetry when you have a chance. Maybe <A HREF="http://www.bigeye.com/fernhill.htm" REL="nofollow">Fern Hill</A> will help.bitchphdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15118578280520171800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10566741.post-1128548978454667292005-10-05T14:49:00.000-07:002005-10-05T14:49:00.000-07:00How very difficult. But you do know that this stre...How very difficult. But you do know that this strength you have now -- that is the strong person you have become. There is no going backwards. Do not underestimate your own resilience, your own wholeness.jo(e)https://www.blogger.com/profile/01488562158252331555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10566741.post-1128547864358964602005-10-05T14:31:00.000-07:002005-10-05T14:31:00.000-07:00Dorcasina, I can feel the fear in your words. You...Dorcasina, I can feel the fear in your words. You are so wise to realize that agonizing now will not lessen the later agony. Do try to get through these days as happily as possible, and know that there are so many people-probably many more than speak up-who are reading you and holding you and your little girl in our hearts. You are helping to teach us all to view each day as a gift.<BR/>I'm so sorry.Yankee, Transferredhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06627693160131161133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10566741.post-1128547317858981702005-10-05T14:21:00.000-07:002005-10-05T14:21:00.000-07:00Oh, Dorcasina. I've been lurking for awhile (came...Oh, Dorcasina. I've been lurking for awhile (came from Badger's place). My life before I met my husband was also one of extraordinary loneliness, and my worst fear is that I will someday return to that state.<BR/><BR/>If there is anything we in blogland can do to stand with you as you confront that loneliness, we will.Phantom Scribblerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03258384756183844406noreply@blogger.com