Hubby was recently diagnosed with cancer. Is colorectal, stage 4. It has moved into prostrate. In lymph nodes and lungs. Got surgery for colostomy. Also port for chemo. Will be doing both chemo and radiation.
Tomorrow is going to be rough. I can't sleep. I've had a slight headache all day which has decided to become a full on raging nightmare of a headache. I have to beyond at least pretend to be functional at work tomorrow at 6 AM
I'm pretty much moved into my new place. Still have a couple of things to move, but I still have a little bit of time to do it. Changes can be difficult, but also good for you.
Everything is going to help in a hand basket. Hubby and I are going to separate. Don't know how long. He's going back up to Jersey. His sister is going to take him in. You can't help those who won't help themselves. My mom is going to take me in. Tomorrow is going to blow. I have to be in at 6. Need sleep but I'm still awake.
Here it is, 11:55 P. M., and I'm still awake. My alarm is set for 4:30. I'm going to be dead tired at work. My man is being a shit. My brain won't shut off. I've got a lot to do and it seems like no time to do so.