Yep, I will start.
My husband was so freaked out he couldn’t really talk about it with me. He later told me he would just break down in fear of losing me during my initial treatments. He was there for me❣️. He picked me up at work on treatment days and made sure I had my blanket. Sat with me until they gave me the sedative and I went to sleep. He would leave and go to work but 6 hours later when the infusions were done, he would be there waking me up and taking me home.
Over the next 4 or 5 days when I spent most of my time sick and aching, he would try anything to feed me, and sometimes would make 2 or 3 trips out to get me something only to have my tastebuds refuse what my brain wanted.
The minute I would start to feel better between treatments he was right there trying to help with anything I needed, as I was quite weak and underweight. He gave up cooking himself eggs for sandwiches and ate peanut butter and jelly for a year, because I couldn’t stand the smell.
He was my rock in every way. Now that he has had bone cancer for 13 years and has been struggling and I am the primary caregiver here, people call us the love story for the ages. I agree 💕💕