I have been very worried that people will be upset or offended by my last post. I have made more changes to that post, spent more time on it, writing what was in my head, changing it, re-writing it again and again, saving it as a draft, changing it agin, then posting it and editing it three times the first day I posted it, trying so hard to get it to express exactly what I wanted it to without hurting anyone's feelings and have had a very hard time doing that. I have spent more time on that last post than on any other in the entire blog. I've been going through a period of anger and bitterness for a few days. I have been through periods like this before, there have been many times throughout these months I've felt anger; anger directed toward God, toward cancer, toward things unseen or unnamed. And through all of that, you have all been supportive of me. Now in this last post, it seems like I am directing anger toward those who have been my supports. I don't want it to seem that way. I hope that nobody takes it that way. I think the periods of anger that all bereaved people go through are frequently misdirected. That may be the case here--misdirected anger. I don't have any concrete place to direct it. Many times people become angry at the person who has died, working through those feelings eventually. But it is impossible to be angry at Theo on any level--I can't possibly direct any anger toward him. Impossible. I don't have that in me. All thoughts of Theo bring with them love, sometimes sadness, but always love, love, love. So, that leaves a lot of other places to direct (or misdirect) angry feelings. Mostly, it does no good at all--it does no good to be angry at God, or at cancer, or at random people. And it definitely does no good to direct anger toward people who have tried to help and support me. It does no good to spew misdirected anger in random directions, but it must be gotten out so that it can be changed to a different sort of energy. That's what I've been trying to do, to get it out so it can be transformed somehow. To something more constructive. And I can't get away from it being there. I don't even know why. There is no one I can justifiably be angry at. I could be mad at God, and have been, but it is pointless and just causes further hurt later, resulting in the inability to have a relationship with Spirit and therefore no spiritual comfort; so God anger must be resolved. And I don't believe God did this. I have to also believe that God could not heal him, or Theo would have been healed. But even if I do get mad at God, at least God understands. Somebody who lost a child told me that she believed God took her anger and turned it around and transformed it , taking it in and then sending it back to her in the form of love and peace and strength. I want all my negative feelings sent back to me in that way. I want to take back the transformed engery and then make it into something good, sending it back out changed again as something good, creative, helpful. Anger resulting from great pain and grief is a necessary thing, usually unavoidable, and it must go somewhere once it comes out. The stages of dying that Elisabeth Kubler-Ross made famous also apply to the grieving and bereaved. I know I definitely fit into one of those stages at any given moment. Denial came and went quickly when I didn't want to believe that my baby had anything wrong with his brain. Sitting on the sofa with him that first morning when our lives changed, watching his uneven movements and his little eyes, one closed, one open, the little voice in the back of my mind whispering "brain problems, brain problems, something is wrong with his brain." I pushed it away immediately, denying it, not telling the pediatrician on the phone, but knowing in the ER I had to say something, feeling terrified to acknowledge the fear that was much more manageable pushed way down and back. I didn't want to believe that his brain would or could be damaged. They kept telling me in the hospital, looking at the scans after the surgery, "We can't say how much damage might be there, we have to wait until the swelling goes down, some of this dark area may be stroke or damage, but could just be swelling"--they had their own medical brand of denial. I don't think any of them really wanted to believe that his brain might be damaged from the tumor and certainly not from the very interventions that had saved his life. When the scan was revealed showing indisputably the extensive brain damage, we were completely surprised, shocked, devastated, all our hope dashed, because we had not been able on any level to acknowledge that in all the previous scans, there were probably signs of that damage occurring, and neither could our doctors, I think. Poor Jamie was there alone when the news came. I didn't want to believe that the cancer would kill him. I didn't want to believe for an instant, until I had no other choice, until we had to make the choice to allow it, to bring him home with us and spare him as much pain as possible, knowing the outcome. But I moved quickly past the denials, thank goodness. That is a terrible place to be: not a useful place to be. You can't even admit that you're there. A good place only for a short time. We are safe and cushioned there for a while, but staying there is very dangerous. We can only come out once we have the strength to know what is true. The rest of the stages, anger, depression, acceptance, bargaining. Those things come and go. We flounder back and forth among anger, bargaining, depression; all of which include a good deal of fear. All those things come out of fear. That's why love and support can bring you out of those dark places. Love cancels out fear. I don't even know if we ever get fully to acceptance. It certainly doesn't feel that way right now. Do I accept that he is gone? I know that he is dead, but I don't know when I will be able to say that I fully and peacefully accept that. I don't know. Maybe knowing it and sometimes (when not angry or feeling depressed about it) feeling peaceful about it means acceptance. I don't know. I know these stages don't occur one by one in stages, they come and go. Anger is one of those that comes and goes, usually, for me, quickly.
I apologize if I hurt anyone's feelings or caused any discomfort or pain with my comments on the last entry. I don't want to make excuses, but I am anyway. They are, at least, good ones. I don't have a choice but to go through these feelings. Anger, misdirected and otherwise, happens through the process of grieving. The work of greif can't be done without the negative feelings that are part of the process. Anger is one of the chief negative feelings. Eventually the negative and difficult feelings have to come out, the fear, the anger, the sadness, the pain. Otherwise, those angry, depressed, desperate feelings stay bottled up and eventually start to wear away at the heart. I can't keep bad feelings inside, I have to let them go and let them be changed to something else; hopefully something that can do some good; for me, for others, for some constructive purpose.
I hope that you can bear with me. I do appreciate and need support from all of you, in whatever form. Whether you email me, or post a comment or pray for us or meditate on us, chant for us or send positive, strengthening, peaceful energy and light.
We still need your love and support. Thank you.
Love to you,