A few days passed since I got the bad news, but my housemates have dramatically changed their behavior toward me.
I already had a serious talk with mom and yesterday had a similar chat with my brother who finally came to realize that I never was overacting when it concerned all the pain. He wanted to believe that I was and that I was going to grow old and gray with a stomach-disease.
Tho when we talked, he told me that it was easier for him to believe that it wasn't all that bad which I understood, but told him that that I want to make the most of the time I have left.
I don't know how long I still have left to live on this mortal coil, tho I'm determined to make the most of it.
And finally, they are letting me decide what I can and cannot do around the house and shit, instead of noting that this and that still needs to be done and next wait for me to get off my ass.
And my brother also finally stopped being ashamed of the fact that I'm profoundly hard of hearing and doesn't treat me like I'm retarded anymore when we're out together.
This is the change I've been praying for, tho sometimes I wonder why my housemates needed this bombshell first.
However, I don't think that they'll go back to their old patterns again now they know this and whether I get thru this or not, I'm practically sure that things have changed for good around here.
Lotsa love, Joe
This post has been edited by Joe on Dec 24 2006, 05:00 AM