I am so pleased to present this guest post by Nina Sankovitch, author of Tolstoy and the Purple Chair.
Seven years ago my oldest sister died of bile duct cancer, a rare and swiftly-moving cancer. Diagnosed in January, Anne-Marie died in May. The first months after she died were a haze of tears, anger, and despair.
How should I live, now that she was gone?
For three years I answered the question of “how to live” by cramming as much activity into every day that I could: if my sister had to die, I would live double, to make up for what she had lost.
But I still woke up every night crying and I spent every day fighting fatigue. I realized that I had not answered the question of “how to live” but had instead been running as fast as I could away from the reality of my sister’s death and the inevitability of my own.
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