I know I should be thankful that in spite of a grim prognosis my husband is still around 8 months after diagnosis but I miss the man he used to be. His tumour was in his frontal lobe and that together with him being on dexmethasone has meant all sort of personality changes. I also worry about our girls (aged 9 and 3) having to watch him deteriorate. I can see subtle changes from week to week. I guess I am having a glass half empty moment but I keep thinking "He's too brilliant for this to be happnening to his brain". My love for him has not changed. I am still his number one fan. I just want for time to stand still for a while, allow me the time to breathe before this rollercoaster we're on heads downwards again. Too much to ask?
