On the bad days, in those times when we experience what some call 'the dark night of the soul,' it is hard to remember that we are not alone. It may feel as though that is so, but if we can reach out, however shakily, there is help and support.
My husband has had a very difficult week, not so much physically, more struggling with what's in his head. It really isn't that long ago he received his diagnosis, and after a period of denial he is slowly coming to try and face the reality of that diagnosis. It won't happen overnight.
For the carer, there is not only the difficulty of preparing for what is to come (whenever that may be) and trying to be strong for the family, but also having to stand by and watch a loved one struggle with accepting the Big Truth. I have no idea how I would behave in my husband's shoes. I find it hard enough dealing with my own realities.
In my struggles, I am lucky to find a willingness to support from good friends who phone up, send emails or come to spend time with us. I also turn to this wonderful online community and am humbled by the readiness of complete strangers to send helpful messages and encouragement. Today, whilst my husband was having his chemo, I took myself off to Maggie's and had a chat with one of the lovely counsellors.
Hence the title of today's blog post.
LJ
