Back to the current issue at hand. My ex, Russ. After seeing his deterioration at Christmas, and needing to be near my kids for my own reasons, I chose to sell my home and move back here to help him. He had brain surgery which removed the main (lemon sized) tumor from his frontal lobe. There remains one tumor they cannot touch and so he has undergone radiation and takes chemo (monthly). He is also on an 18-hr each day procedure with headgear called "Optune". It may be doing something as the swelling on his brain has gone down some. Last week, the Doc said if it hadn't, he would be dead right now. He deals with the ups and downs of this disease just as the rest of us who have had cancer do. We suck it up and do the very best we can. Russ is left with partial paralysis on his left side and is very susceptible to falling - even with his walker. He also lost some of his sight in his right eye from the surgery and has seizures periodically. But he is alive and he isn't giving in.
Our son Brad is getting married next month and he wants to be able to walk with his walker, but I am doing my best to get him a wheelchair, something I believe is becoming a sheer necessity for his safety.
I still have my own days when it is still difficult for me to even get up out of bed from my own pain, but I am determined to help him and our kids to the end. If he can deal with this, so can I. Think of this - his son w/his wife that passed hasn't even had time to deal with her loss. That is almost unthinkable. I have made a promise to help him as much as I can. That kid and our two boys deserve that.
That is what warriors do, we fight. That is what family does. We fight together. And so, back down this ugly road I walk. To help the first of only two loves of my life as he does the best he can with the hand he has been dealt. In doing so, I hope I set a good standard for our children. #FamilyFirst
