So after yet another evening of staying up too late and eating yet more junk food and when I did go to bed I held m y husbands photo and his shirt and sobbed and sobbed as I always do.
Then this morning I woke up and felt different! Can’t explain it but I just felt “so this terrible cancer has ravaged you and taken you away but I’m not going to let it take me away also” I felt stronger and that I now need to go on My journey and take my boy with me! I always felt he was looking down on me at nights watching me cry and this would make him sad.
I got up changed the bed, went to spin, decided I would start to eat healthy and try and regain some form of control.
well that’s the plan - I might message on here tonight and all this positivity might have gone out of the window but for the next couple of hours this is how I’m feeling.
its 6 weeks since I lost my darling husband but I feel if I don’t try and get a grip this disease will have taken me at the same time.
Sheila
