I have a client whose husband has brain cancer. In the year since his diagnosis, there has been some hope and much despair. She does not want to speak of it and, when she does, she is only always upbeat and positive. My colleague and I know the truth through mutual friends and our client's boss. It is grim.
But we do not let on that we know, so we continue on with the years-long project, including her in all discussions and actions. If she is able to do what we need, she does; if she can't, she doesn't. And we all just move on.
We did a focus group earlier this week, and I opined that my life is very difficult of late, what with Pete traveling nearly every week. "It's really hard when he's not home and I'm left to deal with soccer and dance and school activities and work by myself."
"Try having a sick husband who is home and can't do anything," she said.
And that was Perspective giving me a little kick in the ass. And a pain in my gut.