I'm a caregiver. My wife has Stage IV LC with multiple metastatic brain tumors. Very sudden. She had a seizure last Monday, and my son rushed her to the hospital via a quick call to 911.
They stabilized her. They explained to us what happened, and we are facing a long dark road into the unknown. Statistically, I understand the odds. I know what we might face, and I've promised her that I will fight for every second. I will try to care for myself in all of this, but she is my focus. She is the one that matters. I think I'm out of the denial stage, ready to face reality of all of this.
Anyway, I wrote letters to her, myself and my son. They explain my feelings, my plan and what I believe the future holds. When I read them to myself, its like my pain doubles. I can't care for her, if all I do is sit and cry, THIS HURTS SO MUCH. I know she wants to fight. She has plans. I want her to keep them.
One thing that keeps coming to me is the odd behavior of everyone else on the planet. It genuinely seems weird that the rest of the world is just going on with their lives as if the kindest and most understanding person that ever lived is in danger. How can they go on like that?
There is an army of people ready to care for her. She wants to work this out, then call in the cavalry. It will be epic.
How do you caregivers get through the day?