Loss of my husband, my love
On June 13th I lost the love of my life, my husband Len. He had suffered thru 11 years of treatment for a brain tumor, and Parkinsons. He had tried everything, surgery, radiation, chemo, gamma knife, and all kinds of meds. When the tumor came back in January, he had enough, and refused any more treatments. I don’t blame him, he had gone thru a lot, but that doesn’t change the outcome.
I miss him more than I could imagine. I feel like half a person, like I am just not all here. I don’t know how I should be acting, some days I can’t seem to do anything and some days I can’t sit still. Everyone tells me that it will take a long time, but I don’t know if I can do this. This sucks. I thought I would be better at this, seeing I knew it would happen sooner or later, I knew this tumor would not stop….but I guess I am not good at this. I think I am having a good day, and then bam, I turn into a puddle over nothing. Very confusing.