Sorry, the title sounds a bit trite, this post contains the bones of one that I replied to to mrseddie, but I'm not sure if it got through , so starting from scratch.
As the title suggests I don't have cancer, my wife (Cosmic54) Corrine is the one suffering. I have run my own business for the last 25years, responsible for most of the money and none of the responsibility of the home or our daughter. So this is a new scenario for both of us.
I have got to grips with most of the machinery, albeit the toaster was developed as a prop for the Omen films and burns everything. I know what drugs we need and when.
But, I can't get used to the woman who 5 months ago could beat me up the hills on her bike and spent 3 days a week in the gym and pool at Crewe Hall.
Our lives have changed out of all recognition, she has lost three stone and me two, for no reasons I can understand, I have alopecia for the first time in my life.
Not quite sure what I am trying to say here, but I know I have to to find some stamina to keep us both moving forward, if any carers/lovers etc have any great ideas or want to chew the far, then please get in touch.
PS; I could have typed this in half the time if it hadn't been for predictive text......
Thanks for reading; David