My oldest friend (of 40 years) has terminal cancer.
She's a tough little nut (nutty being the operative word!) and I love her dearly so this is hard. She lives relatively close to me, about 50 mins drive, and I am moving house in October to be closer to her, for both our benefits. The move had been arranged before we had the news about her illness.
Three weeks ago, just before she found out she went to visit her one family member 80 miles away and she's decided to basically live out the rest of her life there (split between a sofa at the family member's house, and a small bedsit flat where she can stay sometimes).
She's said she's never coming back to her flat near me and that anyone can have anything they like out of there. We are looking after the flat and keeping her plants watered, and not letting anyone take anything.
I understand that she has accepted her diagnosis and that she's being pragmatic about it. For me, purely selfishly, the hardest thing is that she seems to have already checked out of her life here, and her relationships.
She's been booked in for 3 months chemo but it won't cure her.
We were in and out of each others' lives regularly until this. My children have known her all of their lives and love her. I feel that, in her head, she's already gone. She says she's comes to terms with it and she knows it's harder for the people around her than it is for her. I want to spend some time with her, take her out in the car for a drive in the countryside or something, like we used to all the time, but she isn't keen. She is spending a lot of time watching YouTube videos, says she's a bit bored.
I do realise that she's in pain and occupied by her illness. But, purely selfishly, as I said, I'm gutted with loss. Three weeks ago we were dancing together in the pub. Now she's gone, but she hasn't. I can't mourn her because she's still alive. I don't know what to do.