I was so frustrated yesterday I had a real tantrum. I mean I sat on the floor, kicked my feet, hit myself in the head, cried and called myself unbelievably bad names. All because there are no words to describe how badly this cancer is kicking our butts. And little miss helper bee, (that would be me) cannot do one GD thing to make it "all better".
My husband, who is an absolute rock, and is batteling SCLC reoccurrence stood by in shock and amazement until he could think to run forward and grab my hands. He just rocked me back and forth like I was a baby...and I was.
You know what, it felt good to be a baby again. I'll never look at a two year old quite the same way again. There are no words...
I'm thinking I should go to the doctor and get something for depression so that I don't have another episode, but I've made it 14 months with nothing stronger than beer and God...sorry to say I've even tried both simultaneously! Oh the ways of a crazy woman caregiver person/thing that I have become.
I guess I want to hear that I don't need to resort to drugs to get through this. That I can do this one day at a time. I'm afraid to be dulled down. After all, if I can't have a tantrum when the one I love is dying by inches, then what is a girl to do?
This is a rant, and I know it. Was it ok to have a tantrum? Am I going to pass GO? Or should I proceed directly to the check in counter at the Psych Ward?
I love you guys.
Lionhearteds Wife




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