Ask Me Anything #6: Speaking Up

Do you speak up for yourself more?                     

I actually do speak up for myself a little more than I used to. Since I don’t have much time, I’m less tolerant of people wasting that time with superficial nonsense, insincerity, or bureaucratic details. I’d rather talk about things that are important to others and myself, even though those might not necessarily be deep subjects. Strangely, I’m also more patient in some situations. My goal is to learn to listen much better, fully.

I also had to learn to express my needs much more than I used to because being sick means I need help. I get really annoyed when people offer help I don’t need or incessantly ask if I need anything (even though these are kind offers), but I couldn’t convince my family to stop this without promising that I would ask for help when I needed it. Learning to ask for help was a really hard lesson for me, since I was always an independent, proud, and very energetic person who almost never needed help before. Illness is great at teaching humility!

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3 Responses to Ask Me Anything #6: Speaking Up

  1. curioussteph says:

    making good use of the clarifying effect of a terminal condition (should life be insufficient motivation, which it seems to be). After going through my mom’s relatively young cancer death, I noticed that my siblings and I all seemed to improve and clarify our communication, and made our choices more based on true desire rather than obligation. I imagine that your doing this so consciously will rub off in a good way on those around you, or affected by your journey.

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    • susanbriscoe says:

      I hope so, though I still have an awful lot of room for improvement!
      I’m really sorry about your mom.

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      • curioussteph says:

        don’t we all have room for improvement! Thanks for the sympathy on my mom, its hard to believe that it’s nearly 30 years ago that she died. For me, the strangest thing is now being several years older than she ever was. While I miss her still, I also recognized that her relatively young departure did wake us all up to the brevity of life, and I think spurred us to go for things a bit more intensely. I know it gave me courage to trust myself more. I imagine and hope that something similar may happen for your sons.

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