Just struggling to survive to put it lightly
I haven’t written here for a long time. Life has been busy, and if I’m honest, I haven’t had anything to say. I still don’t have many words — but my heart wants to scream. The beginning of 2026 has been unbearably hard. My David is unwell and, even as I write this, he is fading before my eyes. There is nothing I can do to stop it. We are waiting for a scan to confirm a diagnosis, caught in a queue like so many others, and it is breaking my heart to watch my husband decline while we wait for an appointment that may confirm what we already fear. But without it we cannot move forward. I try to stay positive, to be strong, but inside I am quietly crumbling as I watch the man I love wither away. Still, we hold on to hope — that this is something treatable, that there is a way forward, and that one day we might have our life back again.