Hubby had been concerned about how fast-tracked he'd been. There's normally a months-long waiting list to get the testing he's been having, and department heads have been doing the procedures. He finally asked, and they said since the previous doctor had delayed the diagnosis, they felt duty-bound to try and make up for it. Plus, his horrific medical history has earned him some extra effort.
Huntsman Cancer Center, one of the best in the world. It deserves its rep.
He had a breakdown at the train station just outside the center--which he feels horribly guilty about, the stupid man, he thinks he's supposed to be tougher than that, stupid Viking--and a woman sat down and asked him what was wrong. He told her he'd just gotten his diagnosis. She said, "Look at me," he did, and she took off her hair, as he put it. And she said, "Let's talk."
So at least he has a tribe.
I'm so glad she was there.
a woman sat down and asked him what was wrong. He told her he'd just gotten his diagnosis. She said, "Look at me," he did, and she took off her hair, as he put it. And she said, "Let's talk."
That had me tearing up. I'm glad he has you and I'm glad he's got a tribe.
And I'm glad you have us.
That was really lovely, Connie.
That had me tearing up. I'm glad he has you and I'm glad he's got a tribe.
And I'm glad you have us.
What Aims said.
I think the fact that he breaks down upsets him most. His entire worldview centers on him being tough and not making me cry. And the more people tell him that it's all right, the more he feels like he's failing me. When I reassure him, I see the "I have to be strong for her" look in his eye.
Maybe there are benefits to not being stoically noble and all that shit.
Connie really don't what to say. Except hugs and good thoughts to you both. And yes I'm glad he has you, and glad he has a tribe.
When I reassure him, I see the "I have to be strong for her" look in his eye.
If this is the role that is most comfortable for him then this may be where he needs to be right now. Sending comfort and strength ~ma in abundance.
I've been practicing widowhood scenarios in my head. I've always been obsessed with worst case scenarios. It's comforting, in its grim way, to have responses prepared, even though I wonder at the cold practicality in my soul.
