Stop me if I’m wrong here, but I think I’ve discovered another stage of living with cancer after losing a loved one.
We’ve all heard of the “stages of grief” and most of us have been face-to-face with our old nemesis;it’s not a fun place to be…but today, an old friend asked me how I was doing now that’s it’s been almost 4 1/2 years of widowhood.
I guess I could have just said “OK” and left it at that, but he really wanted to know. He asked if I was “happy.” Again, not a “yes” or “no” answer. I’m not sure what it means to be happy anymore. I thought I did once, but that was when I was younger and life hadn’t reallly kicked-in yet. It was a much simpler life and cancer hadn’t walked on stage yet. Those were “happier” times. Now??? I’m not sure how to define the word.
I did say, I’m slowly becoming more settled. “It’s a process,” I said. I think he finally got my meaning.
I certainly did..I”m in another stage of “after.”