Having been married to a surgeon for 26 years (in two weeks), I have heard many stories of miracles, healing, death, and pain. At times I feel sympathy for the patient and family, while never knowing who they are. I am happy for those who survive and sad for those who "give up" before they have gone. Life is such a fragile thing; at any moment it can be taken from us. This is why at this point in our lives we are at peace. I don't feel sorry for Kevin and I don't feel sorry for myself. We face this new challenge knowing there is something we are to learn. I have already changed and will never be exactly as I was prior to this diagnosis. I don't get worried about the "little things" anymore and what gets done, gets done and what doesn't, doesn't. I find I don't need "things" right now and also realize since we have been living in a studio room that I don't need much. Though I would not go too far - a computer and a phone are essentials!
What I have always known, but have truly come to understand is that what matters most is relationships.