We’ve been ‘Living’ with Cancer for 8 months. I use the word living loosely. Every week there’s been hospital visits, blood tests, home visits, treatment, then more treatment, more blood tests. This isn’t living. I feel like my husband has been stolen from me. His prognosis has changed from 1 -5 years to a couple of months if he’s lucky. My heart breaks seeing hIm deteriorate in front of my eyes.
I doubt I could do it if I was the patient.
I feel so ill equipped for this. Hasten to add I was a registered nurse.