I know what we all went thro with my wife Snowy in the summer was huge and maybe in some ways I have not processed that all yet, but I wonder if it ever gets easier to cope with watching a loved one be so ill?
Just sat at hosp now, Snowy had a real bad attack on sat, think it was stress of getting her dad home from abroad who has cancer and having op tomorrow, and all that goes with that, but again ended up in ITU and came within a whiskers breath of being ventilated again, and had it not of been for me telling them what happened last time and all the complications that came with that she would of been without question.
I feel so guilty moaning about how I feel, and how do I cope when I am not the one suffering? but at the same time I do wonder how many times I can pick myself up and pretend that its alright, how many times can I turn and look our son in the eyes and say ""Mums going to be ok"" and really believe it?, how many times can I pray for her recovery and still have faith that this time will be the last?
Oh I dont know, im just confused I guess and feel utterly helpless when all you can do it sit and watch as your wife struggles for every breath and watch her deterioarte before your eyes time after time.