My husband died just in February 2015 from colorectal cancer. It was a short very savage journey, only 2 months from diagnosis to his death. He was hospitalized and never came out. His suffering was unimaginable. All I got from him was verbal abuse and the cold shoulder. Not once in that 2 months did he tell me he loved me, but frequently told me where to go. The worst part he was so nice to everyone else, even the cleaning staff. Still trying to process all of it.
My now 33yo daughter was diagnosed with endometrial cancer some 8 weeks before his diagnosis. Her cancer despite all best efforts has metastasized and she now has at best 18 months left. I am now her carer. She is handling this crippling news rather well all things considered.
I am overwhelmed as my life has been blown to pieces, and the loss of our home thrown was into the mix for good measure. For the most part I put on the "brave face" because NO-ONE wants to know how I feel. Honestly, people (even my own mother) say to me they hope she is getting better... there is no getting better for her this is terminal. As a consequence of this I am feeling like a burden and my life is slowly but surely contracting as it is becoming more difficult to pretend everything is alright.
Help, I need someone to talk to who won't get uncomfortable if I feel like crying or falling to bits a little.
