Glioblastoma has walked into our lives and left an almighty stench. Then came Coronavirus!

You get told you have a year to live, and then you discover that you are not able to spend the last year of your life, being with family and friends. You then discover that your tumor is the worst type of Glioblastoma that has a poorer prognosis. You are offered radiotherapy and chemotherapy. Then told actually, it is too risky to give you Chemotherapy and too risky to give you a full 6 weeks of radiotherapy.  

I am caring for my partner of 7 years, in lockdown. No support and I am falling apart.

He is 58 and up until January played football and went to the gym. It's May, he has lost vision in one eye, has no short term memory. He suffers from facial blindness and is confused.

The person I once had to take care of me and share life with is now a 1/4 of that person.

I go from hate to love and sadness to anger. 

This is not the person I knew and this is not what he would have liked his last year to be like

I feel guilty that I am frustrated by being alone in this battle with his cancer.

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