Talked the talk, walked the walk, Lived the nightmare.

I feel like I am sinking.

Further and further

deep, down. I go.

I know he is not coping.

And I am, 

trying my very best

to support him.

But  alas,

I am trying

to keep myself going

at best too.

But the reality is.

We are fucked.

How ironic is that?

It's like the blind leading

the blind.

The hospital is great at

appointments and treatment.

But when it comes to practical

support and help. Forget it.

When you ask questions to a

dietitian. She is just

general and none persific in her

reply. So ultimately she is not

very helpful, to your own needs.

As to a psychiatric nurse. Oh,

don't start me there.

She just didn't care

or even bother to listen fully at all.

To what you told her.

She was blinkered like a horse.

To busy wanting us to be her test subject

and to make herself look good.

I guess the point, of this, is basically.

The only ones who properly understand

are your own family and people who have

been in the exact same situation as yourself

with Cancer. And who do actually

support you and your loved one? And the loved

one who it sadly is actually happens to.

As they have walked the walk

and talked the talked, and lived the nightmare.

And that is so sad to hear. In this modern age.

The support is not properly their, as well at least

for us or him more so.

Thank god for the Macmillan cancer support and

Maggies Center. As they lived the nightmare too.

Reviews

[Rye]

sometimes reality bites, a lot of emotions through out but very nicely written.

[Onlyme]

Exactly, reality kicks you in the butt. big time. I can tell you. Thanks for your thoughts. Ryanna.

[Rye]

not a problem, keep writing always

[Onlyme]

Thanks Ryanna. for your support. Dawn.