By that I mean, every day is a challenge that, I really didnt want to have to face, again, but for reasons best known to the almighty, it has to be this way.

Hubby dear is getting decidedly worse all the time, and even as early as last night the local locum doctor offered him a morphine injection. He hates needles and opted for oral instead, but a higher dose. I think he's brave and crazy, and thats what keeps him going when others, like me would probably go into dead head land. Gotta admire his fighting spirit. Still all things considered, we are all wearing down, bit by bit, and I have no doubt that the hurricane will howl without mercy soon!

Better batten down the hatches aye!

For the benefit of anyone who reads my bog ooooops blog, Hubby is terminal and doctors are confident that Mesothelioma is lurking in the right lung, either way, if that doesnt do the deed, then Asbestosis will. The only difference is that one is more long and drawn out than the other. I cant even begin to know how he feels, I only know how it feels at my end of the scale, it sucks.

Well that's the blog whinge entry for today, and with any luck for a few weeks. I will just keep on writing about anything and everything that keeps me from focussing too much, whilst looking forward to spring and sunny days, to make the most of them.

Blessings to all

Ch'erie