Ahhh Chris, eight years is hard, and no matter how much you tell yourself not to worry, or worry less… how can we. David’s pretty much the same ,he pretends not to worry. I try to be calm, and pretend not to worry, inside I’m churning up. He’s me man.
I don’t have any advice, or suggestions. David’s is eight years on too, with Gleason 9 now stage four.
Somehow we pretend to carry on as normal, keep up the charade keep a smile on.
Fly your planes keep you lines tight, you will be in out thoughts.
David sings and plays every day, it’s his passion and his displacement activity.
I am fortunate enough to be serenaded in out kitchen.
Leila