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Originally Posted by buddha1too
My sister died in March. I was able to be there for her the last three weeks of her life. While there's still a huge hole in my heart, I'm grateful I was able to be present for her. In my drinking days I would have been on a terrible binge. End-stage cancer is an ugly thing.
Have you ever done anything you're embarrassed about when drinking to excess? Share, if you are able.
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Oh my goodness, yes! When drunk, I had a lot of disinhibition. Vomiting in public and some really over-the-top stuff came out of my mouth. I lost a few friendships as a result. I did a bit of drunk driving.
End-stage cancer is so horrible! The mental image of my brother's last months haunt me. My dad's last day, too, but unlike my brother, we only learned of Dad's cancer on his last day. Dad knew he would pass away that day. I can't even imagine that fear, but it hurts so much knowing he had it. I felt the same when my mother died of cancer nearly 18 years before. My brother was still in denial on his final day. Or as far as I know. I was in a very bad psychological situation when my mom died. Much more stable when Dad and my brother did, but the extreme shock and grief were still present, of course.
When was the last time you got a haircut? When was it that you had the best haircut of your life?