My darling husband came home yesterday with a diagnosis of days/weeks to live. I'm so frightened of what is going to happen as he deteriorates. I know we have carers and district nurses but I'm scared of not being able to cope emotionally. I've always been afraid of death and the idea of him being dead is overwhelming.
I don't want to waste what precious time we have together worrying about him dying, worrying about me not giving the right help or medicines. Worrying about me freaking out. I know it's early days, he only came home at 3pm yesterday and i'm relaly hoping we get in to some kind of rhythm with the day and that will calm me.
I do have lots of support, Macmillan counsellor, my family but the two of us live alone together. I think the truth is that the reality of his dying has hit home. I always hope by some miracle he would get better - I knew he wouldn't but I hoped he would. I was so frightened in the middle of the night, listening to him breathing and terrified he would stop. He didn't though. He's here this morning. We have the hospital bed arriving today and that's going to be another stark reminder of where we are.
We do talk about his dying and preparing for it, how I'm feeling and how he is but I don't want to tell him how frightened I am as I really don't think it's fair as he can't do anything and he already feels awful that he's leaving me to be on my own,
Thank you