Welcome, denial! You have the best seat at our table today 🙂
Our minds are a wonderful thing and I’m waaaaaaay aware of the stages of grief, having gone through it so many times. Of course, pretending on Sunday night that I don’t have to do lesson plans is very different from the denial that truly bad things might be happening.
Denial, at the moment, is a vacation from waiting for unpleasant news of a probable serious nature from the doctor. If I were a doctor, I would want to be a “Guess what! You are fine, have always been fine and unicorns do exist!” kind of doctor. How do they deal with patients?
The funny part about hoping and praying that they were exaggerating when they said it could possibly, more than remotely possibly, be cancer, and yes I can find a funny part in almost any situation, is the power not to feel guilty about being selfish.
At work…..will you do such-and-such? NO she says serendipitously. Your phone is blowing up with well-wishers and you don’t have the wherewithal to respond to all the texts? NO PROBLEM, NO GUILT. Worrying about what people think? Not today! Writing about yourself in the third person? Totally demanded by the force of denial.
The best part of all of this (see I have the funniest part and the best part…am I cool or what) is the support from my husband.
Actually, I’m not sure he is my husband. I think my husband was beamed up to the mother ship and replaced with the perfect husband who is kind and loving 100% of the time.
Me: Can you drive me 2 miles away and get my medicine while I talk to someone?
Husband: Of course!
Me: Ummmmm……the office is right here but I don’t see a sign.
Husband: You didn’t bring the card, you don’t know the business name and you can’t remember the person’s name your meeting with?????? What’s wrong with, I mean don’t worry about it.
Me: Can we go away this weekend.
Me: Can we go to Mongolia?
Me: That was a joke.
How long can I play the I-might-have-cancer-card? Who cares?
Denial is a welcome guest today in our house.