In 2013, our doctor told us that Mick had advanced prostate cancer and it was terminal. Mick told the doctor that he didn’t want a prognosis. He said, “I do not want to know how long, I do not want to be forever looking at a clock on the wall and thinking time is running out."
I held him very tight and told him how much I loved him and that I would be there with him and for him every step of the way.
I held him very tight and told him how much I loved him.
I tried to find someone with similar results to Mick. I met up for a coffee with a kind lady I had spoken with on the online community. She initially shocked me by telling me that things sounded really bad. But it was what I needed to hear. Over the years that lady has become a close friend of mine.
She asked me if I felt I would be able to have a conversation really early on with Mick about the elephants in the room – all the things we were too afraid to talk about. I went away thinking it would be impossible to do this just months after Mick had been told the worst news ever.