……….each morning. Nick is getting thinner and thinner. It’s getting more difficult for him to get up out of a chair, or out of bed. 113lbs this morning.
How I wish I could tell you all he’s getting better…
but I can’t.
How I wish I could tell you all we are JETTING OFF TO ITALY!!
but I can’t.
We just live day by day.
Trying to make the most of it.
I have NO idea what to expect.
OK, I have SOME idea what to expect as things progress. My girl wonder, Juli, sent me 3 books. And I started reading them. And I’m really not liking what I am reading because I came to realize ….we most likely are at the 1-3 month stage. There IS no turning this around. There never was. Back in December they told us 10-12 months. And as I think back on that, I remember how much better he looked then. In February, they told us a couple months. And even then, he looked better and had more energy than he does now.
I hurt. I am watching the man I love fade away. I have YET to figure out how I am going to live without him.
And I’m listening to the people who are SUPPOSED to love him best telling him to keep fighting. To DRIVE 3 hours to their house. To do this and do that.
They have a right to see him.
They just need to understand they will have to come to MY house to do it.