Feb 08

from hurricane to Tsunami

today marks the end of the 5th week my husband has been in the hospital. We don’t count in days anymore, we count in weeks. I don’t want to get to the counting in months part, but it might come.


Kind of crazy to think that a stage-3 diagnosis turns out to be a walk in the park compared to this. Sure, I was sick and wanted to puke and lost my hair. But I did it all from the comfort of our guest room, 12 steps from a bathroom, at home, where we could squeeze in good times and family times whenever it suited.


35 days in the hospital.