Wait! Please wait. I'm not done with that person yet!
A probably futile and definitely selfish request, don't you think? But I think we all make it when hearing of a less than desirable diagnosis, or some other life-changing event, for someone close to us, someone who makes a difference in our lives, whether that person is a parent, friend, husband, wife, co-worker, aunt, uncle, cousin, grandmother, grandfather, or variation of any of those roles. I know I've made that plea a number of times, too many times. Sometimes, I get more time. Sometimes not. Sometimes, the extra time comes with big changes for the person I've pleaded for as well as the relationship I have with them.
For me, that request comes from the fear of the absence of someone I, however unreasonably, expect to be there, participating in my life, forever. I want to continue to be able to enjoy their presence and not deal with anything else but that. No changes allowed. Everybody's happy and healthy. (Yes, I do live in a dream world.) And this news is the reminder, the wake up call, the slap, that life just doesn't progress the way I want it to.
I know some may say, "Grow up!" I am, I have, and I continue to. I suppose this post is part of the process for me and a way to air my fears.