I've been reading threads here. I'd like to thank every single brave person for giving me the will to carry on.
I didn't want to post my own, but here we are.
We started with stage 2 breast cancer. It's genetic. She's young, and had lumps and lymph nodes removed. A good blast of radiotherapy. She flipped the finger at cancer, and continued travelling the world. Being fabulous. The usual.
Somehow they forget to schedule the blood tests. Fast forward to December 2019, and she was very ill.
Scan revealed stage 4. Significant metastasis.
First expectation was a few months.
If I told you her victories through Covid life, you'd be astonished. It belongs in a movie.
Imagine worst case scenario. I don't want to out myself, or her - and it would.
But now, we are down to the wire. She is a fighter, but once intubation is necessary, there really isn't a way to fight.
I feel guilty for grieving before she is even gone, but how do you not? Someone on the radio today said that grief is just love, in a different shape. It's true.
I don't know what I'm asking or why I am posting. This feels like the most selfish post, and it's incoherent. It's just enormous. She is so young, and I don't know how to do this.
How do I lose her?
Does anyone?