Hello,
My name is Fuchsia. I am caregiver to my most wonderful husband Rob...who is dying of cancer.
He has been fighting for nearly 3 years and has been considered terminal since last June. I don't expect him to see the spring. He is so young - only 44. He is my best friend, my love, the father of my child and he is slipping away day by day. I am so lost. This hurts so much. But I keep going because I must. Even if I don't know how I am doing it.
Can I be here? Even though I'm only almost a widow?