Dp has his appointment thursday where we will find out the full extent of his bowel cancer and how much it has spread.
We also find out if they will be giving him palliative chemo.
He seems to be handling things quite well (we talk a fair bit about his illness when he wants to).
I seem to have adopted a cheery positive attitude when talking to anyone about his illness but inside i alternate between feeling completely flat and raging with anger.
I hate that our longterm plans have been ripped away from us. I hate that other people we know dont understand how lonely this illness has made us. I hate people telling us to enjoy every moment together - how can we do that knowing that hes going to die???
I feel utterly selfish for venting about other people. I know they just dont understand or dont know what to say but neither do I...