So... let's see if this proves to be a help of any kind.
On the 22nd of December last year, my fiancé, Deb, was told that her secondary breast cancer had moved to her lungs, and was terminal. She was told that although they couldn't say for sure, she had maybe 12 months to live. Suddenly, it was the 31st and unlike any other year, when i would be counting down to the new year with a smile, i silently begged 2010 to stay away. It didn't.
Since then, things have gone on with a hateful normality. The world hasn't ground to a halt at the news that the most important person ever is going to die! Even I'm still going. I work full time at a local aluminium factory. And I go in and do my work and leave again. We're carrying on!
There have been a few hiccups. Deb has told some people exactly what they think about them, some have given no support, some simply not enough. They'll regret it when she's gone.
And now here I am watching Midlands Today and sipping a merlot and feeling a tad guilty that I'm not a quivering mess in the corner of a small room. I don't know what I'm supossed to feel, but I'm sure it's supposed to be more.
