Try to smell the flowers, like going in your garden and discover the first spring flowers…
That’s what I do to set my mind away from the daily care of fathers’ secondary liver cancer. Each time I watch the flowers, I cry, yet it keeps me sane. If I pretend nothing is wrong, I can imagine all emotions will start flowing once father is gone…
I am told by the professional palliative care takers that:
- bulking all emotions up and
- keeping strong no matter what
then as soon as father is gone,
I will be drenched empty as well and
fall in a black hole.
So it is important to find an outlet for your emotions. For me it is having a walk in the garden or talking to people that also took palliative care of a loved one. Other people with all respect don’t have a clue what I am talking about, and most of them really are not listening.