when I married my husband I knew he had Cystic Fibrosis, and I knew what I was getting into.
3 years ago he go a lung transplant and I thought finally, he can start being a real husband.
Then I got stage 3 breast cancer and the reality hit me: he doens't know how to take care of me.
I took care of myself for 18 months of treatment. The day I came home from my double mastectomy, he went in with a severe pneumonia, so I was home alone with 2 kids, with my arms pinned to my sides.
Last January 4th, he went back into the hospital, where he lived for one full calendar year. I visited EVERY single day, I changed diapers, I dealt with every fluid known to man. he died on January 3rd, after being in the ICU for 4 months.
I'm a mess. A new widow, but been alone so so so long....