After my Dad got diagnosed, I was with him every day and night. I slept about 3 hours a day. He lasted 6 weeks. Darkest time of my life. Can someone please explain to me why during this time, I didn’t want to hug my family, I didn’t want to touch anybody. I broke up with my fiancé because I felt as if there just wasn’t enough room in my heart at the time. I can remember thinking, please don’t hug me, please don’t grab my hand. Why did I feel this way? I got over it, but it took a while. He passed in 07, and this still haunts me. Does anyone have any thoughts?
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