We got married 29 years ago, and for as long as I can remember, I have thought of him as my rock. He has always been there for me to lean on in hard times, which we have had our share of. When I was first diagnosed, I thought I had lost him, he stopped being him, no gardening, no pottering around the house, didn't even seem to want to work which he loves. That is the time I was strong, I sorted my affairs out, wrote my will, arranged my funeral and power of attorney, legal and financial. I did all these to spare him the burden. It cam to the stage where I was very worried about him, so we talked...........well I talked because he is not a great talker!!! It turned out that all these things I was doing freaked him out a bit, made it seem so real to him. I told him why I had done it, and that now I had peace of mind.
I have been feeling really down lately, but it suddenly occurred to me that my rock is back!!! The gardening is done, I now have a frog pond, he does the shopping for me as it is too tiring for me, and he helps more than ever with the housework. He once again knows when I have had a bad day and need a hug. I am so lucky!!! Yes my darling I love you more each day, and I hope I can hang around until our 30th anniversary.
Cancer Council NSW would like to acknowledge the traditional custodians of the land on which we live and work.We would also like to pay respect to elders past and present and extend that respect to all other Aboriginal people.