tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125354934408472049.post2475451657649538372..comments2024-02-20T00:10:20.214-06:00Comments on KatyDid Cancer: Day 1,783: GriefUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125354934408472049.post-1632390729559192942015-08-02T09:16:22.999-05:002015-08-02T09:16:22.999-05:00You capture it perfectly. I understand. People hav...You capture it perfectly. I understand. People have said to me that it didn't seem like cancer "bothered" me. One doctor was shocked when I asked if it would make sense to get therapy (I never did; this blog has been my therapy). He said "but you've handled everything so well. You seem perfectly fine." Wishing you all the best. xoxo<br />Katy Jacobhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02524508177957058950noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125354934408472049.post-63840025924480291732015-08-02T00:33:13.426-05:002015-08-02T00:33:13.426-05:00You are an amazing writer, and your words speak vo...You are an amazing writer, and your words speak volumes to me. Like you, I tend to be stoic and non-huggy. My stoicism tends to be interpreted an absence of grief or emotion, which is far from the truth. I've also, in the case of cancer, found that it is interpreted as me being strong, which is also far from the truth. I am not any stronger or weaker than those who grieve openly; like all the other cancer patients out there, I'm just getting by, doing what I have to do. I think the few times that I've allowed myself to cry about this in front of others, it was because I really needed someone to know that I was, in fact, grieving. But, the open grieving is also calculated, to an extent. I let myself cry in front of my surgeon because I knew she would react the way I needed her to. And as much as I want to let others around me know I am grieving, I know they won't know how to handle it. So I keep it in.39 and Hiphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00834354344479950557noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125354934408472049.post-54478879059135507592015-08-01T08:52:55.169-05:002015-08-01T08:52:55.169-05:00Yep - as I have always said I always loved it when...Yep - as I have always said I always loved it when you had a fever as a kid because those were the times you let me hold you.<br />When we both needed it - and that's all that's important.Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05327701924465360560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125354934408472049.post-50207463929331697302015-07-31T17:44:05.262-05:002015-07-31T17:44:05.262-05:00Bird hugs. Sounds about right. XoxoBird hugs. Sounds about right. XoxoKaty Jacobhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02524508177957058950noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7125354934408472049.post-88181043039898357522015-07-31T15:46:42.503-05:002015-07-31T15:46:42.503-05:00I love you, you crazy woman. This is beautiful. Yo...I love you, you crazy woman. This is beautiful. Your thoughtfulness for the woman in the next room, and her grief, and yours, and all of ours. Beautiful.<br /><br />Also, I never think of your nickname "Bird" except whenever I hug you. Then I think of it every time. And I've liked every hug you've ever given me.Juliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15004173055166404126noreply@blogger.com