You may/may not know but last year dh got diagnosed with a brain tumour. We were told it could be high grade (biopsy was inconclusive) and therefore had 2 yrs max. He had aggressive treatment and it responded well ... shrunk to fraction of it's size ... this puts him more firmly (but still tentatively) in the 5-10 year category. It can't be removed by surgery. The chemo ended at the end of last year. We're currently waiting for the results of his last MRI.
I know the prognosis is better than it was. I know others on here are dealing with worse. But it's still f*ing SHIT!!!! I've got 2 DCs (5 yrs and 18 months) and there isn't a day (hour) that goes by where am not sitting here imagining our life ahead without him, and what their life will be like. I just wanted them to have a stable normal childhood and now they might/will have the rug pulled from under them. How will they cope? Will this send them on the path of depression/self-harm/drink/drugs etc etc. I'm so exhausted with all of this. If this had to happen to him, why couldn't it happen in 20 years time?? And I'm getting paranoid about going places on my own in case something happens to me and then they'd be orphans . I have to travel with work and have so far put it off but I won't be able to forever, nor should I as I know I'm being irrational and I don't want this fear to get out of control.
Bloody hell I sound like a basket case but I work so hard to keep myself from falling apart and the stress of waiting for the scan results (which we'll have again in another couple of months, and again and again) is so hideous. Sorry for going on but I'm going a bit mad and DH is only barely keeping it together this week and he doesn't need me adding to the pressure on him. Thx for listening