Oct 17, 2011 - 9:23 pm
Along this journey, I have become sick of the rollercoaster ride. When I was younger I loved the thrill of the ride. The ups and downs---the suprises that overtake one as they mount each hill. Since my husband has had this second bout of cancer, I am beginning to hate the rides. The waiting and anticipation of each new report. The up one moment and down the next. Like the time we thought my husband was going to pass anyday. We had said our good byes, he told me how tired he was and that he knew he was dying...I had prepared for the journey....only he took a turn for the better---and that is wonderful! But I read somewhere about the roller coaster ride. I know each new day should be filled with hope and expectation, but mine is filled with anxiety and fear of the next going down of the ride.
Has anyone experienced this before? please share.