I never ask myself anymore ‘who’s next.’ I stopped a long time ago. Truly, right now it seems as if family and friends are under siege. Could it be that we baby-boomers are a defective bunch? Or is it just that life here in Canada is so harsh that it takes a greater toll physically? That was always Kevin’s belief, he’d often say, ‘No, my dad couldn’t chose Australia. He had to immigrate to Canada, where the winter is six months of the year, and the temperature is f***in’ 30 below for most of it.’
Yesterday a good friend told me that her sister had been diagnosed with a brain tumor. Not a dire prognosis, but anything with the brain is scary. Her sister’s surgery is set for next Friday. In this case everything is happening so fast it makes one’s head spin. We talk and think about it in clinical terms because it is almost impossible to conceive of on a personal level. My friend has to wait and watch and feel powerless, because she is. Then there is my sister-in-law who recently found out that her husband (they separated years ago) has been diagnosed with lung cancer, under much the same circumstances as my husband Kevin faced. What to say?
The thought of anyone else in my inner circle developing a serious illness is a thought that I can’t entertain. I remember a month or so ago stopping my daughter from talking about worries she had about her infant son. They weren’t serious concerns, but the thought of anything, of any nature, occurring to one of my children or grandchildren destabilizes me completely. I find I that swing to the extreme and my fear gets the better of me. A residual effect from Kevin’s death, I am aware it is irrational, but that doesn’t make it go away. And so, for my own sanity I never ask nor do I ever wonder who or what is next.