{"id":3544,"date":"2026-01-17T06:03:24","date_gmt":"2026-01-17T06:03:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/harcum.am\/?p=3544"},"modified":"2026-01-17T06:03:26","modified_gmt":"2026-01-17T06:03:26","slug":"par-let-zpatky-mi-zemrel-manzel-na-rakovinu","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/harcum.am\/?p=3544","title":{"rendered":"P\u00e1r let zp\u00e1tky mi zem\u0159el man\u017eel na rakovinu."},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>P\u00e1r let zp\u00e1tky mi zem\u0159el man\u017eel na rakovinu. Ta v\u011bta zn\u00ed stroze, skoro \u00fa\u0159edn\u011b, a p\u0159itom v sob\u011b nese v\u00edc t\u00edhy, ne\u017e dok\u00e1\u017eu vyslovit. Kdy\u017e ji \u0159\u00edk\u00e1m nahlas, lid\u00e9 obvykle ztichnou, nev\u011bd\u00ed, kam se d\u00edvat, a rychle dodaj\u00ed, \u017ee je jim to l\u00edto. J\u00e1 p\u0159ik\u00fdvnu. Nau\u010dila jsem se tuhle v\u00fdm\u011bnu zvl\u00e1dat. Co u\u017e jsem se ale nenau\u010dila, je zapomenout.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"796\" height=\"1024\" src=\"https:\/\/harcum.am\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/image-70.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-3545\" srcset=\"https:\/\/harcum.am\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/image-70.png 796w, https:\/\/harcum.am\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/image-70-233x300.png 233w, https:\/\/harcum.am\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/image-70-768x988.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 796px) 100vw, 796px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>Nemoc p\u0159i\u0161la nen\u00e1padn\u011b. \u00danava, kterou jsme p\u0159i\u010d\u00edtali pr\u00e1ci. Bolest, o n\u00ed\u017e tvrdil, \u017ee p\u0159ejde. A pak jedno vy\u0161et\u0159en\u00ed, druh\u00e9, tich\u00e9 \u010dek\u00e1n\u00ed v nemocni\u010dn\u00ed chodb\u011b a slovo, kter\u00e9 v\u0161echno zm\u011bnilo. Rakovina. V tu chv\u00edli se \u010das rozpadl. Dny p\u0159estaly m\u00edt tvar a budoucnost se smrskla na dal\u0161\u00ed kontrolu, dal\u0161\u00ed v\u00fdsledky, dal\u0161\u00ed nad\u011bji, kter\u00e1 se postupn\u011b ten\u010dila.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Byli jsme spolu doma, i kdy\u017e domov se zm\u011bnil. Stal se m\u00edstem l\u00e9k\u016f, pl\u00e1n\u016f podle jeho energie a tich\u00fdch noc\u00ed, kdy jsem naslouchala jeho dechu, abych se ujistila, \u017ee po\u0159\u00e1d je. Mluvili jsme o oby\u010dejn\u00fdch v\u011bcech, jako by to mohlo udr\u017eet norm\u00e1lnost p\u0159i \u017eivot\u011b. O po\u010das\u00ed, o j\u00eddle, o tom, co ud\u011bl\u00e1me \u201ea\u017e bude l\u00edp\u201c. Oba jsme v\u011bd\u011bli, \u017ee to \u201ea\u017e\u201c je k\u0159ehk\u00e9, ale dr\u017eeli jsme se ho.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Kdy\u017e ode\u0161el, nebylo to dramatick\u00e9. Nebyl tam velk\u00fd moment, \u017e\u00e1dn\u00e1 posledn\u00ed filmov\u00e1 v\u011bta. Jen ticho, kter\u00e9 se rozlilo po m\u00edstnosti a u\u017e nikdy \u00fapln\u011b nezmizelo. Pamatuji si, \u017ee jsem sed\u011bla vedle n\u011bj a m\u011bla pocit, \u017ee sv\u011bt ud\u011blal krok zp\u00e1tky, zat\u00edmco j\u00e1 z\u016fstala st\u00e1t na m\u00edst\u011b.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Prvn\u00ed m\u011bs\u00edce po jeho smrti byly zvl\u00e1\u0161tn\u00ed. Lid\u00e9 o\u010dek\u00e1vali slzy, zhroucen\u00ed, viditeln\u00fd smutek. Ten p\u0159i\u0161el, ale jinak. V podob\u011b pr\u00e1zdn\u00e9ho m\u00edsta u stolu, automatick\u00e9ho oto\u010den\u00ed hlavy, kdy\u017e jsem cht\u011bla n\u011bco \u0159\u00edct, a pak si uv\u011bdomila, \u017ee u\u017e nen\u00ed komu. Smutek se usadil v drobnostech, v ka\u017edodenn\u00edch situac\u00edch, kter\u00e9 nikdo jin\u00fd nevid\u011bl.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Postupn\u011b jsem se nau\u010dila fungovat. Ne proto, \u017ee bych cht\u011bla, ale proto\u017ee sv\u011bt to vy\u017eadoval. Chodila jsem do pr\u00e1ce, sm\u00e1la se, kdy\u017e se to hodilo, odpov\u00eddala na ot\u00e1zku \u201ejak se m\u00e1\u0161\u201c kr\u00e1tk\u00fdm \u201edob\u0159e\u201c. Pravda byla slo\u017eit\u011bj\u0161\u00ed. Nebyla jsem zlomen\u00e1, ale byla jsem zm\u011bn\u011bn\u00e1. Jako d\u016fm po po\u017e\u00e1ru, kter\u00fd stoj\u00ed, ale nese stopy kou\u0159e.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Dnes, p\u00e1r let pot\u00e9, u\u017e nemluv\u00edm o jeho smrti s takovou bolest\u00ed jako d\u0159\u00edv. Mluv\u00edm o n\u011bm jako o n\u011bkom, kdo byl sou\u010d\u00e1st\u00ed m\u00e9ho \u017eivota a z\u016fstal ve mn\u011b. Nau\u010dila jsem se, \u017ee smutek nemiz\u00ed. Jen se prom\u011bn\u00ed. Stane se ti\u0161\u0161\u00edm, ale hlub\u0161\u00edm. Neomezuje m\u011b v pohybu, ale p\u0159ipom\u00edn\u00e1 mi, k\u00fdm jsem byla \u2014 a k\u00fdm jsem se stala.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>P\u00e1r let zp\u00e1tky mi zem\u0159el man\u017eel na rakovinu. A p\u0159esto tu stoj\u00edm. Ne siln\u011bj\u0161\u00ed, ne slab\u0161\u00ed. Jen jin\u00e1. A to je realita, se kterou jsem se nau\u010dila \u017e\u00edt.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"P\u00e1r let zp\u00e1tky mi zem\u0159el man\u017eel na rakovinu. Ta v\u011bta zn\u00ed stroze, skoro \u00fa\u0159edn\u011b, a p\u0159itom v sob\u011b nese v\u00edc t\u00edhy, ne\u017e dok\u00e1\u017eu \n<a class=\"moretag\" href=\"https:\/\/harcum.am\/?p=3544\"> [...]<\/a>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3545,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3544","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-news"],"views":986,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/harcum.am\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3544","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/harcum.am\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/harcum.am\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/harcum.am\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/harcum.am\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3544"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/harcum.am\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3544\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3546,"href":"https:\/\/harcum.am\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3544\/revisions\/3546"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/harcum.am\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/3545"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/harcum.am\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3544"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/harcum.am\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3544"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/harcum.am\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3544"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}