It's been a week since I last posted, I think I was at my wits end then, recovered somewhat now.
Now almost 3 months since the diagnosis, I pledged back then that I'd try & make everyday count & apart from a weeks holiday immediately after the diagnosis, which had been long arranged I think I've been there almost everday.
As his health is deteriorating I can see some of the fight is going, he's not battling family now, does seem to accept we are trying to help.
He chooses his moments, wanting to talk when I' pushed for time, but I sit & enjoy his company for as long as we want, work will be there long after this wretched disease has done it's worst.
And so the days pass by.
