Oh! When my neighbor said, "Well, doesn't he want to feel better?" after I explained that Scott would not be interested in taking her supplements; and a lady at church offered him the help of her blind herbalist, "who is really, really yellow, but I'm sure he could help save his liver," and there's this diet blah, blah, blah, "he had stage 4 cancer and he's still with us......... " until you could just scream.
But, I think about how many stupid things I have said just not knowing; not experienced; not realizing how painful it would be to the other person. There's been times that it would not matter what anyone said; I'd still be annoyed. I wonder if it's just part of the cancer package.
But while we're ranting, I'd like to make a clean purge of the fact that I'm tired of statements like, "...... and then I thought, at least I'm not the Franson's; and all my problems seemed so small. You're such an inspiration, thank you." It makes me feel like saying, "I did not volunteer for this gig, and I do not consider it a privilege to be the worst case scenario designed to make you feel better. Besides that, it's clear you have no idea; we are not even close to being a worst case scenario; we have been so blessed."
All frustrations aside, I have to share that Scott went for transplant on May 26th and is recovering extremely well. We found out this week that the old liver, albeit black/green and huge, was cancer free. It's an overwhelming blessing.
I'm so grateful for all of your support. Thank you, thank you for being here, sharing your vulnerabilities as well as your strengths. I read more than I post, but you all feel like family.