MY TERMINAL ILLNESS – A LENTEN REFLECTION
Most of my life has been a fight against illness. My adult years have been filled with misery and trauma. I have been overrun with despair, anger and fits of jealousy; often screaming – ‘Why Me’? My thoughts have strayed far from family and from God. I have been choked in selfish desire and self-deceit. I will die and this illness will be with me to the end. But will it be the cause of my death?
Two years ago my wife died in tragic circumstances – she had a terminal illness. Diagnosis was sudden due to the vagueness of the presenting symptoms. We never guessed she had cancer until less than a year was left to her…and us. That time was spent in a hectic race to find cures and ease her suffering. It was also a time of soul searching and a need to find peace in God.
Spiritual healing became the priority as medical healing fell to the wayside. Her symptoms became more pronounced and her physical condition worsened quickly. We accepted that the illness was going to kill her. So we threw all our energy into resigning ourselves to God’s will. A very difficult concept when it is staring you in the face every last day of your wife’s life.
When my wife died she was surrounded by her family and had received The Last Rites, confession and an Apostolic Blessing. She was ready to be taken into God’s hands and we were thankful that her suffering would cease. Two years later I still think of her and miss her. She was my life.
However, I too am hounded by an invasive illness waiting to take my life away. I have tried many different remedies and though some have had short term relief, none have had a lasting effect. Though I dearly wish to join my wife I am still petrified of how this illness is weakening me, robbing me of my will power, my desire to please God.
At present my condition is in remission – long may it last. I recognize that the long term prognosis, based on many examinations, is bleak. Without some ‘miraculous’ intervention this illness will kill me. I often wonder whether death would be a relief now that I am alone. The trouble I have is that I am a coward and I fear the return of daily suffering:
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Listlessness
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Anxiety
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Loss of motivation
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Loss of awareness of time
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Inability to sleep
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Splitting headaches
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Emotional outbursts
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Selfish rants at anybody trying to interfere
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Rage at my own despair
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Hopelessness