His eyes teared up and so did mine. We both are worried but have to put up a brave front if not she’ll be more afraid.
I’m emotionally drained. I haven’t healed from the last one. I hate diseases. It turns lives upsidedown. Overnight our view to life and death not only changes but it affects how you live daily too. How you eat, walk, talk, think, react, counter-react, and love. Everything changes.
I am tired of being a caregiver but that seems to be my permanent role though. Its emotionally draining. You have to be the rock, watching out for the other one, watching for signs of discomfort and then quickly trying to ease that pain and give comfort. I haven’t started on the hospital and clinic trips yet too. The endless wait for the doctor’s visits – the queues are long. The wait at the pharmacy to collect the medicines (yeah, i had my fair share the last time before i buried her). And then the emotional turmoil when going for tests and waiting for the results.
I don’t know if i am strong enough to go through it again though.
* damn, i feel like crying again. sigh.



