ruggedfox11 said:I have to say, I truly admire everyone who can actually handle dealing with such a heavy diagnosis... I’m trying my best to "stay strong," but honestly, it’s just not working for me; I feel like I’m literally falling apart; the crying is happening way more often now, my head is constantly spinning with these horrific death scenarios, the insomnia, the pure terror... I even find myself wondering if it would've been better for my husband if he’d stayed with his ex—she's living in Germany now—maybe they'd both be better off and the medical care would be easier there too... This is all just so terrifying, I jump at every single groan he makes, and since he’s naturally high-strung, I used to just tune out his outbursts, but now everything just gets under my skin, it’s just... I wish I could just pack up and run away so I wouldn't have to witness all this agony he's going through
I know I sound awful, I really do, but it’s just how I’m feeling right now
Everything you’re feeling right now—the fear, the panic, the sheer dread—it is totally normal. It's all still so raw, and that fear is what really paralyzes you...
When my Dad first got his diagnosis, I was basically breaking down on a daily basis, like multiple times a day, just constant insomnia, crying, and total hysteria, until eventually I just had to pull myself together somehow to keep my own sanity and stay sane for the rest of the family...
And look, I know I wasn't exactly the pillar of support he needed in that state either, and I couldn't let myself feel guilty or take away his hope and will to fight by just giving up on him
You’ve really got to find some kind of balance and grab onto anything that makes the situation a little easier to bear, so if that means venting here, then let it be venting here...
You guys still have lives to live!
Even the healthiest person on the planet doesn't know how much time they have left or what kind of struggles lie ahead, because in medicine, two plus two definitely doesn't always equal four...
Panicking like this won't help him, and it certainly won't help you...
The situation is what it is; you can't turn back the clock or just erase the illness with an eraser, but instead, you try to do everything within your power to squeeze out one more day, make the absolute most of it, focus on the day-to-day life, and create these little rituals that just keep you all held together...
For example, Dad and I used to watch *Criminal Minds* together every single day, sometimes without saying a word, but it was our time, and it brought us even closer together... just a silly little ritual that meant the world to us
And honestly, your mental state plays such a huge role in how the illness progresses, so arm yourselves with everything you've got—strength, energy, positivity—against this beast, because it is such a massive battle...
We don't get to choose how or when we pass away, but we do get to choose how we spend the time we have left before then