Nurse came this morning and said the word I was waiting for – transition.
A day of rotating and pain med administration and drops to help with secretions. Of reading and crying together.
How many women can be the most important in a man’s life? His mother. His wife. His daughter. His sister. This is us.
There’s rattling that’s started. No responses. Reality.
16.5 fucking months and we are here.
I’ve never done this before. It’s excruciating. It’s freeing. It’s life shaking. It’s perfect and the worst thing possible.