One hell of an emotional week. Finally told Deb about my seeming emotional shutdown. Also asked a mate and Deb's Mac nurse what they thought. Turns out everyone is different, it's a coping mechanism and there's no right way of feeling. All true, all concise answers and all good things to say, but still don't help me that much.
Deb had her first round of Chemo today. It's the last one they can try and normally is given every three weeks, but Deb is having slightly smaller doses every week. I thought she was past this kind of treatment, it will probably make her loose her hair, and may make her feel bad. We don't now if it's going to work, and if it's worth her (maybe) feeling bad. She doesn't want to feel like crap for her last year.
On the plus side, we sent a form off to a charity called the Willow Foundation. They arrange trips and other such events for cancer sufferers and their families. We've asked if they would send us to Centreparcs (mostly because in the paper work that came with the form, it was one of the examples of what we could ask for). They called Deb today and said they had accepted our application, So Centreparcs here we come!
