Thursday, June 12, 2008

Throw me a bone

It is now June, 2008, and things are excruciatingly difficult. At the end of last June I told whomever resides upstairs that I could NOT live like this for another year. At the end of last June the doctor estimated that Bob had six months to a year to live.

Well, he is finally admitting that he is in immense pain, but still insists that the pain is not from cancer, but from a host of other things that he has conjured up in his mind. He is slowing down a bit, but not enough for people on the outside to see that he's a dying man.

Isn't it lovely to have to secretly arrange for his death?

Isn't it lovely for the girls and me to have to whisper about Daddy's demise?

This has cost me my job and my sanity and my health.

His trips to Brazil have cost this family financial resources and sanity, and a FATHER.