One of the most difficult things about having a terminal illness, even when it may be in remission or slow progressing, is never knowing when it may take an unexpected and/or unwanted turn for the worse. At the very least it makes planning for vacations difficult.
Of course, as I realized this past week, planning for vacations can be a problem even if you don't have a terminal illness, because anyone [even healthy people get sick you know] can pick up a virus any time, and even if you do have a terminal illness you can get sick from things totally unrelated to your particular disease. Plus there reasons, other than illness, that can arise, resulting in the cancellation of a planned trip as well.
As it turns out, in January of this year, Edie and I were planning a trip to France this month. We were going to leave on the 10th of July, and return on the 28th, spending the last 3 days in Paris, and watch the end of the Tour de France on the Champs Elysees. I even booked hotel reservations in Paris, less than 200 yards from the Champs Elysees.
But for some reason, for a reason I can't remember (it could have been the lousy exchange rate), in April we decided not to go this year, and right now that seems like a pretty prudent decision.
The way I was feeling yesterday, I'm sure the plane ride would have been down right miserable, that is assuming I would have even been allowed on the plane in my condition [hoarse throat, running nose, sneezing, coughing], and for sure I know I'd be feeling a lot more sorry for myself, than I am now, in some non-descript hotel room in France.
So while I know we made the correct decision this time, I can remember canceling a trip to Pittsburgh, for my 40th high school reunion, in '06, for some not so very good reasons, which I have come to regret tremendously.
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Of course, as I realized this past week, planning for vacations can be a problem even if you don't have a terminal illness, because anyone [even healthy people get sick you know] can pick up a virus any time, and even if you do have a terminal illness you can get sick from things totally unrelated to your particular disease. Plus there reasons, other than illness, that can arise, resulting in the cancellation of a planned trip as well.
As it turns out, in January of this year, Edie and I were planning a trip to France this month. We were going to leave on the 10th of July, and return on the 28th, spending the last 3 days in Paris, and watch the end of the Tour de France on the Champs Elysees. I even booked hotel reservations in Paris, less than 200 yards from the Champs Elysees.
But for some reason, for a reason I can't remember (it could have been the lousy exchange rate), in April we decided not to go this year, and right now that seems like a pretty prudent decision.
The way I was feeling yesterday, I'm sure the plane ride would have been down right miserable, that is assuming I would have even been allowed on the plane in my condition [hoarse throat, running nose, sneezing, coughing], and for sure I know I'd be feeling a lot more sorry for myself, than I am now, in some non-descript hotel room in France.
So while I know we made the correct decision this time, I can remember canceling a trip to Pittsburgh, for my 40th high school reunion, in '06, for some not so very good reasons, which I have come to regret tremendously.
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Comments
My vote is one of the two you have at this moment at your web. I vote for less than two months but that means that I´m trying not to make plans except for the next couples of week.
My idea is to spend three weeks in september skiing in the Patagonia ( Bariloche), but I will decide that in the last days of august, I will travel by car and make no hotel reservation till that time. I learn that is better to live the day and making plans produces a sort of pressure in our lives that is no good for our condition.
Regards !!!
Alejandro
Enjoy your ski trip.