My husband has been having surgeries and chemotherapy for colon cancer for four years now. It's been really tough, but we have managed to get some good times in between treatments. He has been obviously deteriorating over the last three months, following his last bout of chemo, and his latest scan showed considerable spread and growth of many secondaries. To cut a long story short, although he is going to have another shot at chemo, he is very ill, and has been told that without chemo he has about three months left. The day he found this out was the day I tested positive for covid..so for the past six days I haven't been able to go near him, hug him, or sit next to him, just when we need it, and friends and family have had to keep away from me. Most of the time I am sitting alone in the spare room, and it's so upsetting and isolating. I feel as if what little time we might have left together is being eaten into my having this virus. I know there isn't anything to be done, but just felt I needed to pour it all out.
