I really enjoy reading the posts on this site, but have hesitated to engage too much. You see - I don't feel that this is MY story. I only get to partake in the journey. My husband was diagnose 4 1/2 year ago. At first it seemed like a death sentence and some ways yes it was. There was a grieving period for both of us. The world before seemed to be whatever we wanted and all of a sudden - not so certain.
He is now 58 1/2 and I am almost 52. Young and old in so many dimensions. My husband considers himself the "fortunate one". He feels that life has more meaning and focus. We are both afraid of what the future means. But - as we research and find clues to how to keep active. We find ways to make the most out of what we can do for others.
Through this site - I have found Aquas therapy, kindred spirits, activity projects (we are going to a boxing workshop in Oct).
We didn't pick this path - but are on it together