One of the things that sucks about being alone: having a bad night not sleeping well with bad dreams & having no one to tell about it in the morning. No one to give me a hug and kiss & tell me it's all ok.
Just little ol me in a big bed, with the alarm clock radio blaring at me. I guess I better get up. I miss you Paul.
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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