Did I let you know that my hubby has been diagnosed with bladder cancer? Anyway, that's been the reason for my absence, though I've still been reading the updates that come into my inbox. Its gone from me being the cared for and retiring to a ground floor adapted flat to me trying to look after him! In the end we've looked after each other, not always very well.
We've moved 40 minutes away from established family and friends, Himself has had chemotherapy, and we've been on a roller coaster while trying to make the decision for surgery or other options. In the end it was easy and pretty much the only choice was surgery - so in early February (when he's recovered from chemo) he will have massive surgery to remove his bladder and create a stoma. Another learning curve.
Its very difficult when you're vulnerable yourself, and there have been lots of times when I've dissolved into desperate tears and said to God "I don't think I can do this", but somehow I have. Wonderful friends from our "before" life have trailed back and forth, collected him and taken him back to Preston where all his treatment is being done. What we would have done without them heaven only knows!
So he's had his last chemo for now and we've got a little window in which to enjoy a family Christmas and start to organise ourselves for what is to come. Shall I try and get behind the wheel again (after 9 years) or is that just crazy? How will I organise shopping etc? Local Macmillan have been fantastic, and we'll make it somehow, but forgive me if I'm not around much - its not about me having Fibromyalgia any more.