I saw someone getting told he had metastatic cancer, and that it wasnt curable (but can be treated to prolong life)

I saw the family, 3 generations present. Tight family, he was the only guy in the family. old guy. I suspect the father of his grandchild divorced or died, or the grandchild born out of wedlock.
They had contorted upset expressions, trying to hold in their tears. They were in the room crying. The doctor left to consult someone..and there I was....I wanted to leave too.

I learned something about myself that day, or reminded.

The way I cope with things is by escaping. Usually in the mind, but sometimes physically.


Another word for 'escaping' is 'running away'.