I am sitting here in my sitting room, the television is on,(too hot outside), my husband is sitting in the chair next to me and I am just wondering how on earth can our lives change so much in one weekend in the middle of May. What we thought was a mini stroke that was affecting his speech has turned out to be a large brain tumour, some of which they have managed to remove but not all. We then had the histology results the week before last and told it was a malignant growth and last week at our initial meeting with the oncology consultant we had the horrific news that it was terminal and he only has months to live. Its even worse in the fact that it is in his speech centre and he cannot express things well and his words get all muddled up. Its a roller coaster of trying to get things sorted out and then wee can spend this precious time together.
Each day is a blessing and so very precious.
