I was talking to a pal last night…
“What happens to these Peter Pan Syndrome types when they get their cancer diagnosis? You know. Play your whole life and then they tell you that you’ve got cancer. How do you cope then? What do they do?
I would like to find some psychologically sophisticated nurses and ask them about this. What do these men do? The women too, for that matter. The female version, whatever she’s called because they exist as well. You’ve run through 800 people who might have loved you, but you left them and now you’re going to die. How do you cope?”
“I don’t know but it would be a good question for your blog…”
I don’t know if any nurses read here but if you know someone who could answer this – get them over here, would ya? Thanks.