Hi everyone. My son has his lovely girlfriend round just now, she is going to stay for dinner and my husband is cooking. I’m glad for a bit of normality for him, I think it’s really important that he continues to have a normal life, levity and fun, that he isn’t just confronting horrors all the time.
I’m a bit exhausted and sore today, legs a bit wobbly, so I’m basically just sitting on the sofa in the sunroom and being given cups of ginger tea.
The steroids I’m on do seem to have given me a bit of a boost in some ways, especially appetite, bit worried that will go when I stop taking them, but not even thinking of that now. As for diet, I’ve made some radical changes in the vain hope of doing something positive for my chances - I am only eating fruit, vegetables, lean meats, eggs, olive oil and nuts. Drinks are green tea, ginger root tea with lemon and water. I have no idea if this will make any difference but I feel like it can’t hurt. I’m going very low carb and no dairy.
Look, I know it’s not a magic solution (if only), but when you are shit out of luck, you’d do anything. It helps me feel like I’m doing something in this time of limbo.
I am overwhelmed at the support I’ve had on here, and in my real life. It’s bringing me a great amount of comfort, and my faith in God has been renewed and strengthened massively in the last few days.
I don’t know if i’m moving through the grief stages, but I think I’ve started to pass denial that it’s happening. I am still waking multiple times a night in complete terror and panic which then takes a while to talk me down from (thank you DH) but I am less strung out during the day and I haven’t had to take any more diazepam. Mentally it’s not easy, but it’s slightly less completely and screamingly intolerable. What has helped there is making a conscious decision to fight. For the last few days I have been very hopeless, willing to accept the statistics, almost waiting to die.
I’m finding more strength in turning away from that completely. Look, I know that in itself may be a form of denial, but I’d like to think it’s more of a making room for miracles. Nothing in life is absolutely set in stone, and while I’m here I’m going to fight, I have to, I must. I don’t want to go until I’ve given it every single bit of my energy and I want to be cured, I want to have a life with my precious boys.
The journey continues…