I hate how nothing ever feels right anymore. Literally, everything feels wrong. I spend so much time wondering how long I will feel like this- if I always will feel like this.
My journey through my husband's fight against terminal cancer and my life as a widow.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
A Christmas Picture
Even though I think we're trying to look happy, you can pretty much see it plastered on our faces. Christmas was hard. Very hard.
Christmas
While Christmas was great for the kids- their dad got to come home, they received all they wanted & more (people were VERY generous to us with Christmas because of John's illness. I had to buy and wrap almost nothing. I am immensely grateful for that.) and had good times with family- it was literally the LAST thing I wanted to do.
All this time, all this effort...wasted
I've had it cross my mind a million times to come back here to writing but it was always too hard. The last time I wrote was for our anniversary- now its after the New Year. Its always too hard to write but then I tell myself I *SHOULD* do it, I'll want to read back on this one day. I dont know when, but I'm sure I will. Or maybe my kids will want to when they are old enough one day. I had written last time that 8 years with my husband is not enough. Now I know that 8 years with him is almost certainly all I will get.
Labels:
cancer,
dying,
emotions,
FUCKYOUCANCER,
holidays arent the same,
ICU,
kids,
MD Anderson,
neurosurgeon,
oncology,
paralysis,
sadness,
scared,
surgery,
the waiting game sucks,
when will we catch a break
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