Getting close to the end of treatment now and that's what I'm focusing on. I'm tired and the skin is sore but I'm nearly done.
Today has been quite uneventful. Got the train, got there early. Got in for treatment, came home. fell asleep on the sofa. Went to pick the girls up from school. Then the madness began. How can they eat so much? Where do they put it all. My 5 year old can eat her weight in chocolate but try to get her to eat fruit and it's like pulling teeth!!!
I have to say at this stage how great my hubby is through all this. He's done cooking, ironing, housework etc and still worked and given me gentle hugs when I need them. He lets me sleep when I need it and does loads with the girls while I just sit and veg. I love him to bits but never tell him. I couldn't have gone through all this without him and I can't bear to think of him on his own. He's searched for second opinions that saved my life when it went to my lungs and the doctors said they couldn't operate. He found someone that would. He chase all my appointments and gets me in to see people. But more than that he takes the abuse from me when it all gets too much and I have to let it out at someone. He doesn't deserve it, but takes it all and still loves me. Why does he have to deal with this. He's a lovely man that doesn't deserve it. Just had to say I love you Darren even though I'm a grumpy old troll some of the time.xx
