Isnt that the truth?
Tomorrow marks one year since the surgery John had on his arm for his misdiagnosed "pinched ulnar nerve" (which turned out to be a malignant peripheral nerve sheath tumor...), andon 11/3 it will be one year since his diagnosis.
I'm acutely aware of the reality and severity of my situation, but this tiny little part of my brain still has trouble coming to terms with the fact that the "movie reel" of those four months that continuously plays in my head is, in fact, REAL.
John was misdiagnosed, not treated for cancer for a year until it because so bad it could not be treated, and then in less than four months, he was gone.
No one could've ever convinced me this where where I would be a year later. And yet here I am.
It has been 8 months and a few days since John has passed. Time has not made things easier. People tell you that it will, but people lie. I wouldnt call this situation "better"- I'd call it "different". You become more used to what happened, you accept it more, you carry on with your life as best you can....but no, it doesnt become "easier" to lose your husband and the father of your children. Its a situation I can never fix and it bothers me to no end that no matter what, I never, ever will be able to change the outcome of what happened to John.
I miss you tons, John. More than anyone would ever know. Not a day goes by that I dont think of you, miss you, or wish you were here. In fact, sometimes its multiple times a day. Sometimes it feels like its all day.
I wish you were here for me and more importantly, I wish you were here for our kids.