It's been a rough few days. Last Wed. was the anniversary from when Phil went into U of Penn in 2010. Just so happened that someone else I know who has been going there for EC treatment but his was diagnosed quickly and he is doing great. But he decided to talk to a bunch of us that day which made it harder.
Then yesterday I went with my younger son and his family to watch the Phillies play. Phil and I talked about it but for some reason we never made it to that stadium. I know Phil would be happy I went but I silently felt that sadness. I didn't say anything to my son. I think he probably felt it though. He knew his dad was a big fan.
Two yrs ago today was when we got the dreaded EC diagnosis. Here I am thinking I'd give anything to have that day again because at least it would mean he was still here and we'd have the unknown(Now known 9 months left) He was so brave that day and all the days before and after thru this horrible disease. That day we cried together and he said "I am not afraid of dying. I've had a good life. I just want to live." While inside me I was railing... it's not enough time together. I sure do miss my brave man. Irene