e last story talked about displaced anger. When people are upset about something they can’t control, such as a dying spouse or father, they tend to direct their anger and helplessness at other targets, ones that are easier to hit. It happened in my family twice: first when my Dad died of pancreatic cancer and second when my Mom died, years later, of breast and lung cancer. It didn’t do any good to yell at the cancer, so we yelled at each other.
It’s true stuff. It’s real. But it’s not very pretty.
So there’s the news, good and bad.
My part of the "Life is real: writing the final chapters” project is over. No more stories, no more blog entries, at least not until the worst happens and Jim’s clock runs out.
But Jim has a heart like a Timex watch, and I hope it keeps ticking for a very long time. He’s taken some bad licks from life, but he’s still going strong and shows no sign of stopping. He’s got too much to say.
Jim will continue to blog about his life, his cancer, his family and his thoughts on ... well, just about everything. If you haven’t already, I hope you’ll check out his blog at NewsOK.com/jimchastain. You can also find my old stories there and the photos and videos that John shot.
This isn’t how we planned to end the project, but I guess it’s a reminder that what we expect to happen rarely does.
Thanks for the calls and letters. Thanks for the compassion and concern you’ve shown Jim.
Most of all, thanks for reading.
-- Ken Raymond, Senior Staff Writer