lung cancer

"Hi, I've got lung cancer. How are you?"

Conversational tips for the terminally ill.

If you're suffering from a serious illness, we urge you to be indiscreet. Instead of making small
talk at a dinner party, why not start a conversation along these lines: "My doctor told me I've only
two years to live. I fully intend to outlive the impostor." Or you might try something like this: "My
tumour and I have the same zodiac sign."

Talking openly about your illness is powerful therapy. Because when you open up, everyone
(including yourself) learns to cope with the anxiety and uncertainty of your condition. Let's put it
another way: not talking about death won't make it go away, talking about it, on the other hand,
can bring life back to your relationships with your loved ones.

You might think that being stoic and maintaining a stiff upper lip will help protect your
family from their impending loss. We would recommend the opposite: Share your grief. Cry in front
of someone and cry with them. It's always okay to cry. (These are, after all, the saddest times of
your life.) Witnessing grief gives others the permission to grieve. Crying may help us all gradually
come to accept the universal fact that all living things die. It's not, therefore, a matter of if you
grieve, but when you grieve.

One of the greatest acts of kindness we can do for the dying is allowing them to be heard.
But we may ask ourselves in panic: 'What do we do? What do we say?' The answer is always to
listen. Listen to them cry. Listen to them laugh. Listen to them complain. Listen to them grieve.
Listen to them reminisce. Listen to them talk openly about dying. And, then, listen to them cry
again. There are no rules, except to play it by ear and listen to what the dying have to say to us. It
is, in the end, only in an honest and loving atmosphere that the living and the dying develop the
strength to come to terms and accept the unacceptable.

Our culture tends to promote a kind of secrecy, silence and shame towards terminal illness.
The dying are seen in the past tense and unwittingly treated as semi-human. While we should
never deny that the dying are dying, we often 'bury them alive' by acting as if they are incapable of
making their own decisions; by ignoring their thoughts and their opinions, by overlooking their
wishes, by withholding information from them and by treating them as if they are little children.
Small wonder, then, that at the time they desperately need emotional support and comfort, the
severely ill become isolated and unfortunately die alone.