I've always hated Mondays. Today's the first day since we found out her diagnosis that I'll have to leave her alone for awhile. Payroll's due and I have to go in to the office for a few hours to get that taken care of. I'm leaving her asleep, with thoughts that she'll only have to spend a couple of hours by herself before I'm home. She's physically well enough to be on her own (hell, she's probably annoyed that I've been doting on her) but I worry about what she'll dwell on when I'm not here. I constantly reassure her that we'll make it through this, that there's many more days left for us...we'll still have the time to do all the things we've dreamed about doing. I worry endlessly when I'm not by her side.
Tomorrow is our 'chemo teach' class. I'm assuming she'll start chemo any day this week. Going to need all the prayers/thoughts this week that anyone can muster. We dyed her hair Saturday, with the thought that she'll most likely lose it (hers, not mine). I think she's come to terms with that now, as the most important thing is she survives and makes it through this battle.
Now nearly 3 weeks in, I still sob each morning while she is asleep. I can't help but realize how alone I am when she's sleeping. She's been managing very well during the day and she's strong as a tiny ox...I believe she'll fight and pull through, I just wish this was my fight and not hers.
I really appreciate the chance to sound off & share...please keep her in your thoughts.