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08-25-2005, 04:08 PM

Patty, I am with you all the way through the labyrinth of options and non-options. How exhausting to have so many fragmented images of the possibilities. My worst nightmare is not my death but not having a picture of when and how the herniation will start and how my husband will cope in those next minutes, hours. This is hardly the time for answering your question but I guess you were trying to help me change my focus by asking if I have a pet. That is a long story with a "sadly, no not at the moment," ending. How can I change your focus for a little while? A trip. I admire you for that. I get torn between wanting to "nest" and wanting to fly. My last trip to Toronto to see my daughters and my father was in April and I had to say at that time it would be my last because it took so much energy. It was worth it though. I thought I would save them three tickets to come here but not long afterwards both my daughters did come over here anyway and that was superb. They are so solid and supportive; they are not fearful in the usual selfish way. They firmly believe that our link will never be lost or broken and that allows them to relate to me in a beautiful way which recognizes the firm gentle hand of nature taking its course. We have to die of something but as our GP says to those who complain of the disabilities which come with old age, "At least you made it to old age."

What do I feel I am going to miss out on most? Nothing really. I have had a really good life so full of love and adventure and growth. Floating and snorkelling with my husband in the warm waters of Barbados where we came from in 2002. We have been back, most recently in March of this year. Now tell us, what are the factors you use in choosing a destination. Will you go alone? What about insurance and researching care options should things go badly while you are away from home. Eccles (My name is Erika but was called Eccles by my parents when I was a toddler) It is sort of appropriate now because the hospital where I had the consultation about the prognosis is in an area here in Manchester UK called Eccles.

08-25-2005, 04:08 PM	#3
Eccles Guest Posts: n/a	Patty, I am with you all the way through the labyrinth of options and non-options. How exhausting to have so many fragmented images of the possibilities. My worst nightmare is not my death but not having a picture of when and how the herniation will start and how my husband will cope in those next minutes, hours. This is hardly the time for answering your question but I guess you were trying to help me change my focus by asking if I have a pet. That is a long story with a "sadly, no not at the moment," ending. How can I change your focus for a little while? A trip. I admire you for that. I get torn between wanting to "nest" and wanting to fly. My last trip to Toronto to see my daughters and my father was in April and I had to say at that time it would be my last because it took so much energy. It was worth it though. I thought I would save them three tickets to come here but not long afterwards both my daughters did come over here anyway and that was superb. They are so solid and supportive; they are not fearful in the usual selfish way. They firmly believe that our link will never be lost or broken and that allows them to relate to me in a beautiful way which recognizes the firm gentle hand of nature taking its course. We have to die of something but as our GP says to those who complain of the disabilities which come with old age, "At least you made it to old age." What do I feel I am going to miss out on most? Nothing really. I have had a really good life so full of love and adventure and growth. Floating and snorkelling with my husband in the warm waters of Barbados where we came from in 2002. We have been back, most recently in March of this year. Now tell us, what are the factors you use in choosing a destination. Will you go alone? What about insurance and researching care options should things go badly while you are away from home. Eccles (My name is Erika but was called Eccles by my parents when I was a toddler) It is sort of appropriate now because the hospital where I had the consultation about the prognosis is in an area here in Manchester UK called Eccles.