Thursday 26 November 2009

11 weeks and 5 days

11 weeks and 5 days we knew you had cancer for and then you were gone. Just like that, you held my hand, your breathing slowed and in a moment you were gone.

There were no fireworks or explosions, the world didn't end. The clock kept ticking and the sun rose.

The only true gentleman I ever knew has gone forever.

Geoff Addicott
27th February 1944 - 17th November 2009

This blog will continue however, in what format I'm not sure yet but I'm not leaving you just yet.

Wednesday 11 November 2009

Wedding planning

It' so hard to keep being positive, you're very down and you're finding it hard to keep your chin up. I needed an answer!

We've been talking about getting married in the spring, but it hasn't gone any further than that so now it's time for wedding planning. We both need something to look forward to but were putting off the planning for fear of you not making it.

Stuff the fear, we need a focus and our wedding is going to be that focus for now. I've bought my wedding dress. It should be a time of celebration and excitement and while it is all of those things it's also scary.

You're very weak, the weight has fallen off you and you are needing help doing the simplest things. Trouble is, you hate asking for it. I just want you to know you can lean on me, I tell you all the time that you're not a burden, to have you around is an honour and if that means I have to look after you then that's how it is.

It's been an emotional couple of weeks, you're pushing through the sale of your house - something your family isn't going to be happy about - it seems I am the bad guy again. I won't tolerate people putting pressure on you though, whoever they are. I know you feel guilty, you want to make everyone happy but you've earned the right to be selfish and do what is right for you. You know I'll support you, whatever you choose and while it's a difficult time for your family, everyone is going to have to respect your wishes.

More results tomorrow, this time for the brain scan. The doctor says you're not allowed to drive now, so there goes blowing your kids inheritance on a Ferrari. Jokes aside that last loss of independence has come as a blow to you.

For now though, we push all that aside while we decide on colours for the wedding, the guest list keeps growing and making plans is exciting so we concentrate on that.

Is this a normal way to feel?