Originally Posted by
hitmandonny
I wouldn't say that it's a sixth sense, but I feel that the knowledge that us human as a species have acquired allows us to have a more knowledge of our own impending mortality than perhaps some of us would desire.
A sad sad case is my Grandmother. This woman was a third parent to me and a Nurse for nearly Sixty Years. She worked from the ages of 15 to seventy Three as a Nurse and was highly respected by many. She told my Mother if she ever fell seriously ill that she should manage the situation and not tell her the diagnosis the doctors provided as it would make her lose hope.
Three years ago she contracted Cancer to the lungs and Pancreas. What ensued was one of the hardest battles ever fought. For a year it was a mysterious illness, it couldn't be diagnosed because of the location, to try and get a sample of the tissue involved would have been fatal, this also ruled out any operable cure.
As the doctors began to realise that it was Cancer that was present they brought in a few pieces of equipment that were designed to conclusively diagnose Cancer. As soon as my Grandmother saw those instruments and with the symptoms which she was reminded of all too vividly every time she breathed, she realised the sickness was Cancer.
From that moment on she was resigned to her fate and the battle was lost.
Most painful year I will ever expierience, I hope.