It’s true. The toughest part is telling those that you love that you are unwell and that it’s serious and that life, in that moment, has changed. I remember saying to Sam, that all I wanted was for everything to be normal again. But of course it can’t, it won’t, it probably will never be.
In the first day or so we told those that are closest to us and gradually over the last few weeks, the news has flowed and flown and found its way to friends and acquaintances. Everyone has been, well, superb.
At a guess, probably only half of what has happened over the past month has really stuck and found its way in to my everyday. The pain of sharing this shit with those that I love has gripped hold tight and hasn’t yet loosened its fix. Not sure it ever will.