I was going to post earlier, but Crossstitch said what I was going to say so much better and I was a bit concerned I would sound like I was preaching.
DH was diagnosed with Stage 4 bladder cancer last year and told it is not curable. He's now had all the treatment possible other than a maintenance dose of immunotherapy every two weeks. We don't know if he has 6 months or 12 months left. We've had all the practical talks about money, etc. It's all been a bit of a shock, he's 65 and I am 68. It was always supposed to be me who would get ill after smoking for 20 years whereas he's always been very healthy and fit, playing football and tennis and golf until quite recently.
Anyway, to cut things shorter, I now see it as my job to make the last year (or however long) as good as possible, especially while he is able to get about. The anxiety hasn't gone away I've just learnt to hide it. I don't think I have slept more than 3 hours a night for the last six months and I have a little cry while I am in the shower sometimes where I won't be disturbed and he won't notice the red eyes. I keep everything as normal as possible, including making him do 'his' jobs 😄
We're going away again in September and planning a huge family Christmas - we missed Christmas last year in the middle of all the tests and diagnosis - meeting with as many of the family as can get away.
Always in the back of my mind is the thought that in 6 months I may not have my best friend around anymore when we should reasonably have had at least another 10 years. I expect I will cope, I usually do, but the future looks very different to how we always saw it.
Sorry. This is very long. Haven't actually said any of this out loud before.
Is this behaviour appropriate.
how are schools handling students who memorize books but can't actually decode



