I hate the week leading up to an MRI. Every little thing takes on new meaning.
A stumble, "is that a new tumour"?, a headache, "has it grown back'? My husband is living on Zanex and I'm on a razor's edge with fear.
How long do we have to live like this? Why cant a cure be found?? I read the stories of GBM spouses and I hate the pain and suffering they have to endure. Watching their loved ones slip away and, I know it will be me some time in the near future who will sit helpless as my husband is taken from this world years before he should be.
