Good Morning!
Last night was a lonely and difficult night at the hospital. I didn't manage to sleep much, and the ward sister was kind enough to let my day release start at 7.00am. So I walked out of the hospital and down into Tunbridge Wells, which was very still and serene. The sunrise this morning was amazing. Meg then picked me up at the train station, and an unusual feeling of calm has taken over us both. Bear with me…
Firstly, it's important for me to let all of you know how significant your responses have been for both Megan and myself. I initially posted on here with the hope that folks could offer advice and knowledge on how to deal with the situation we're both going through. What I didn't expect is the sheer volume of supporting posts from all of you. I am a hard, pragmatic and difficult man to move, yet I have cried a fair bit when reading your lovely posts. I feel very privileged to have been the focus of so many positive comments, so thank you.
For those of you that have had cancer, and have beaten it, thank you. Yours are the tales that I need to get through this, and asking people to share what are sometimes very difficult and painful memories is asking a fair bit, but you all have provided me with really good things to focus on.
Those that have shared their experiences of 'being the other half' in the relationship have given us a unique and vital insight into the way this kind of problem is dealt with. This has been really important for both of us – all I've felt since Friday is guilt; like I've let my Megan and family down by getting ill and putting them under undue pressure. I realise that this is stupid and irrational but I'm not too sure that anything is rational at the moment! We will definitely be in contact with those of you that have kindly offered to correspond with us during this time.
Oh and one other thing.
Meg, who is at best 'sceptical' about the concept of a STW forum, actually checked this thread last night when I was in hospital. Result!!!
More later,
Mark