Paul is still hanging on. Even though the doctors say he's not in any pain I worry about it. I worry about him being frightened. I worry about him trying to hang on for me, but his body is deteriorating so there is no way he's going to get better and it's killing me to see him like this. Since they say he can still hear us I tried to tell him that I'll be alright & even though I want him to stay his body is not going to cooperate, so it's ok to go. That he can go and be with his parents and his sister and I'll see him again later. But you know he always has his own ideas.
Why the hell would I write this blog?
Why did I create this blog?
In the middle of August 2012, my husband and I found out that he has cancer... incurable, inoperable pancreatic cancer & my life has been a sad fog of hospital stays, doctor appointments and fear of what will I do without my best friend. I've decided to create a blog about my experience with the sadness I feel, to have a place to put my feelings, since I cannot afford a shrink and keeping it stuffed inside seems to be making me feel like I'm going to explode.
This is a blog devoted to trying to survive the loss of my husband, and best friend
I don't know why I'm doing it, I'm such a private person - and a big believer in being careful of the TMI, but perhaps I need an overflow valve. So there you have it.
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