Today has to be one of the worst days ever. I came home from work, and the front door was open and the TV on, but I couldn't find DH. I phoned round a few mates who sometimes take him out for the day, and thankfully they came round. I found dh collapsed in the bathroom.
I thought he was dead.
Thankfully he wasn't, but it too a 999 call and the paramedics to find out that he was in a diabetic coma.
It was all so awful, it has been the thing that I've worried about most of all in his illness, coming home and finding him dead and I really thought that it had happened.
Amazingly the docs still think that he is well enough to chemo tomorrow and will arrange for us to have oxygen at home, and his o2 sats are poor, probably due to the tumous mass.
christ but this is hard. Thank god I had people with me when it happened, and MIL is visiting. If I had stayed in work for a meeting that I was supposed to go to, I think that he really could have died.