It's a week since my husband was told he has adenocarcinoma of the right lung and heard the words 'we will try to control it' & 'Incurable'
We have picked ourselves up, dusted ourselves down and are trying hard to make the best of each and every day but this evening I have really been struggling and have been really tearful. Im so angry with myself for crying when he is the one who is facing a shortened life expectancy. The past 2 days he has been getting our affairs in order, sorting out all the paperwork that we have accumulated over the years and sorting out our life insurance etc. He just wants to get the practicalities in order so we can crack on with living For (hopefully a few more years together)
The hardest part of all this for me has been watching him throw out copies of his CVs and removing him from job sites. It is like he was throwing away all hopes of a better future. :(
Tomorrow he is going to try to return to work for a few days before his treatment begins. I dont think he feels like going back to work but we have no choice. He has a small pension and is only entitled to £88 a week sick pay (less than that after he pays tax on it)
I feel so angry that he has paid in to the system since he was 17. We have never asked for anything from the state and he has always supported us both yet we will become pretty much poverty stricken at a time in our lives when we really could do with support.
life can seem so unfair!
Moan over! :(
Inula