One day I will surprise people by actually retiring from basketball. Today is not that day and again I have paid a few dollars over the registration fee (in a hope that: A, they will like me and find a way to filter some MVP votes my way, or B, that the day I do retire I will just assume ownership of the club having paid for it with the extra funds).
Sad news to hear of anyone whom is diagnosed with a chronic, degenerative or terminal illness. Terry Jones has dementia, but with a difference. His cognitive abilities are less affected adversely but his ability to use language has deteriorated to the point he can no longer speak or write more than a few words. He can understand but not respond. Imagine not being able to tell a dickhead what you think of them.
I hope he had time to get adequately angry in relation to his diagnosis. One of my regrets in regard to my own diagnosis was to try and rush through the seven stages (they're real) in 12 hours to prepare for the follow through of the decision which saved but also drastically altered my life. I wish I'd spent more time at anger.
I was told at 8 o'clock in the morning that surgery was my last option and it had to be done fast, the medications weren't working and I was going to be taken off them. I was sent a counsellor and then my family. I didn't want to be angry at them, they were meant to be there for fear, bargaining, denial and acceptance. Where was I supposed to put my anger? I had 30 minutes between hearing the news and the counsellor arriving. 30 bloody minutes to be angry.
Anyway, please don't neglect your anger. It is an important part of the process and of you making the best of what and who you have. If you go through the stages, be as angry as you can for as long as you can. It's the first time you'll have the justification to be angry.
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